KARATE by SAVII BANDS Lyrics
[Intro]
(CashMoneyAP)
[Chorus]
Drop the top on that new body, do the dash I'm too gnarly
Choppin' bricks like in karate, got that bag, my drip Versace
Pull up foreign Maserati, if you broke you cannot buy this
Jackie Chan up in them projects, turn that flop to a medallion. X2
[Verse 1]
Break down them bricks something like karate , bitch I’m bout it bout it , savii bands ballin' is my hobby , call me Charles Barkley , bitch I’m leanin' , Fallin' out my body , not get too sloppy , in the yo w yo bitch drinkin' saki , she just like to party , black coupe Inside tereyaki , i keep that bag on me , no intosh, if these Nigga’s creep , I keep that Mac on me
Feel like meek take my wins from losses , this what made me bawsome , Get like me , my flow super hot , my booth is in the sauna , I get to them backends , turned my friends into dead friends , growin up I ain’t have shit , now a youngin tryna make it rich , jumped off of that porch to make a change and had to finesse it , I’m signed to myself , 'cause these labels gone tax shit , I put on for my team , now we really havin'.... I came along way from that rice and that’s cabbage , I been in the game my coach never sat me , these niggas keep hatin' that's why they don’t have shit
[Chorus]
Drop the top on that new body, do the dash I'm too gnarly
Choppin' bricks like in karate, got that bag, my drip Versace
Pull up foreign Maserati, if you broke you cannot buy this
Jackie Chan up in them projects, turn that flop to a medallion. X2
[Verse 2: J4]
[?]
(CashMoneyAP)
[Chorus]
Drop the top on that new body, do the dash I'm too gnarly
Choppin' bricks like in karate, got that bag, my drip Versace
Pull up foreign Maserati, if you broke you cannot buy this
Jackie Chan up in them projects, turn that flop to a medallion. X2
[Verse 1]
Break down them bricks something like karate , bitch I’m bout it bout it , savii bands ballin' is my hobby , call me Charles Barkley , bitch I’m leanin' , Fallin' out my body , not get too sloppy , in the yo w yo bitch drinkin' saki , she just like to party , black coupe Inside tereyaki , i keep that bag on me , no intosh, if these Nigga’s creep , I keep that Mac on me
Feel like meek take my wins from losses , this what made me bawsome , Get like me , my flow super hot , my booth is in the sauna , I get to them backends , turned my friends into dead friends , growin up I ain’t have shit , now a youngin tryna make it rich , jumped off of that porch to make a change and had to finesse it , I’m signed to myself , 'cause these labels gone tax shit , I put on for my team , now we really havin'.... I came along way from that rice and that’s cabbage , I been in the game my coach never sat me , these niggas keep hatin' that's why they don’t have shit
[Chorus]
Drop the top on that new body, do the dash I'm too gnarly
Choppin' bricks like in karate, got that bag, my drip Versace
Pull up foreign Maserati, if you broke you cannot buy this
Jackie Chan up in them projects, turn that flop to a medallion. X2
[Verse 2: J4]
[?]