Akira (Breakin' The Dash)

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, ayy, uh, makin' em mad, ayy, uh,

You ain't makin' space with your dash, gotta get your spacing intact

You still in range of the jab, ayy, uh

Blunt Liu Kang how it kick, this a new flavor and shit, somethin' that you ain't never had, wow, uh

These niggas takin' the swag, like one item at Aldi, these niggas ain't in a bag, uh

These niggas fakin' the funk, these niggas fakin' the soul, these niggas fakin' the jazz, ayy

Fifty dollar eighth in the bag, treat it like a quarterback, break it down, flame it and pass, yeah

These niggas ain't really havin', finna get a wraith, make it fast, stand up, breakin' the dash, ooh

Niggas stop playin' your tracks, entire phrases is ass, what the fuck cadence is that, ew

New neck, bracelet to match, finna put a anklet on that

Lil' mama takin' aback, lil' mama makin' it, uh