The Yapper Songtext
von Mark Lux

Let′s go tit or tat I'm not the one y′all pushin' back
I'm really in this bitch and on my soul I go for none of that
Mark Lux with bounce outs I do shit they count out
Then walk in with talents that′s too long to pronounce
Huh, huh
I′m really heme I'm takin′ over rappin' then I′m takin' R&B
But before I do my Dougie I need y′all to come and see
How I'm tellin' every story that don′t make it on your feed

It′s gettin' scary how I′m gettin' to this grown age
I′m also seeing men are tryna undergo they hoe phase
Walkin' round with bonnets and y′all never hit your parlays
You niggas is some bitches and now these days

I've had enough
I've had enough
I′ve had enough
I′ve had enough
I've had enough
I′ve had enough
I've had enough


More than the women bitch y′all better off non-binary
Everything I see about your life I want the contrary
You saw risk and you never made it primary
I never show allegiance to a buster who is so scary

As of me I'm just a west coast chameleon
Bringin′ every genre to your ear projecting billions
I made it out the hard way you niggas extra cinnamon
Always sugarcoatin' when I'm tryin′ to hear the truth again

I′ve had enough
I've had enough
I′ve had enough
I've had enough
I′ve had enough
I've had enough
More than a win

Nigga I could never get enough ′cause enough ain't enough
Why the fuck give up now when you speakin' on the best
I′m the one you discuss he′s a dissected frog
Bitch he ain't got the guts just to walk in my shoes
Tie up my chucks put on my hoodie
Get through the mud you can never


And you wonder why you ain′t where I am
How many L's I took and sounded like I should
For these wins nigga please
I′m the one don't let this new fame fool you
Still slap you wit′ a gun on the deceit

Niggas hit me with the late decay yeah, when TTC
Hit me all the same week I mean shh
This shit ain't for the weak but it's either this
Or let you niggas dead in the street
Back in my groove back in my move
This what I do this what I do checkin cheese

Aye bro, cut it out with all that make believe
My dead homies would do better with the air you breath
Put the dope down do better with yo dopamine
Let′s get um sobered up so they can all see

I′ve had enough
I've had enough
I′ve had enough
I've had enough
I′ve had enough
I've had enough
And that′s from the women

It's the Cuzzos! bitch turn me up mo
Niggas on clit cause of how we use a tempo
Bitches on sick when they skimp thru this info
And if you gotta problem then you gotta see miss indo
Really 1 of 5 any one of us gon slide
If talkin you talkin bout the primos then you really out the mind
It's a cold day in hell when our pressure is applied
But we gon find heaven and teawhy gon say why
Niggas out here suckin penis for they pinical
Sassy ass boy go ahead and switch yo genital
Take the red pill that has never been your mineral
Where the real men wit the motion more than minimal
Ion see um but I locate where the problem is
Poppin niggas never do too much of poppin it
Off top I could always spot the counterfeit
It′s always doin opposite from of who you see us rappin wit

The yapper a nigga rappin′ biggest fear
I know they gon' be mad when they find out there ain′t no bitch in here
But let's get back to our heaven search
Bobby caught a body but I had to catch my body first