Clap Ya Hands

Full steam ahead you know

you catching Ak dizzle

coming through live and direct

with my homie Snack Chizzel

We slam hard like Thursday

nights on Smack dizzle

make the rowdy brothers pump

they fist and honey's ass wiggle

If you unnecessarily gassed we

bout to put you on blast

pull over son not so fast

Me and Chan's wingspan cross

seas and sands

Netherlands to Michigan plus we

Big in Japan

You politickin with a man whose

down to kick it with fans

and keep the hits comin to

satisfy and fit the demands

Hands up when you see me like

I'm throwin out free *******t

I rip the stage LP

murder the remix

You heard of the prefix Akro

by now

slayin crowds worldwide with the

fat flow Biyao

Me and Snacky's like Jackie Chan

and Chris Tucker

If a rapper try to diss we crush

the mother

Does my mic sound fresh

Yeah hot to def

Lemme give it a little test then

Mic check 1 2

Bad attitudes cats actin rude in

the club yall need to go cuz

We don't want you

No doubt we get the crowd loud

Ak and Chan run things boy

when we come through

Skills get shown your speakers

blown

Put up ya hands

Don't front you know you want to

You know me I never use words

like can't or maybe

On the grind when I write

I can't be lazy

Smoke Ls in the booth till the

**** get hazy

all them cats talkin **** yo

yall dudes can't faze me

Bump my **** that's the only way

you'll play me

Get gangsta at my label like

F*ck you pay me

Make hits take sips of that E and

J see

I'm bent when I'm broke

my homeboys blaze me

Chicks dig Snacks and that's

wassup

I love them tight jeans and how

you back that thang up girl

Get busy I control the crowd

make em scream and shout when

I spit **** out

No doubt when I'm out and about

don't hesitate to holla

On second thought don't bother

I'm too ******* and so gassed

I just might bust ass while you

askin for that God damn autograph

Does my mic sound fresh

Yeah hot to def

Lemme give it a little test then

Mic check 1 2

Bad attitudes cats actin rude in

the club yall need to go cuz

We don't want you

No doubt we get the crowd loud

Rip and Chan run **** boy

when we come through

Skills get shown your speakers

blown

Put up ya hands

Don't front you know you want to

I rep the city of Bean whether

you lyrically fit

plus equipped like an Olympian

team

Gimme plenty of Henny a demi of

green

or I might have you surrender

your cream

Beantown brings things that'll

prevent you from livin your dream

spittin like a semi whenever

given Supreme

Lines that'll have you in a

rhyme battle shook

whine like an actual puss but no

******* are seen

This Boston again

I pity the fiend

Dorchester nuthin pretty in Bean

Any individual willing for war

like positioned marine

We could have it out in a rap

bout or act out

aggression with a beef dog get

smacked in the mouth

Mixed in you have you traveling

South

The b*tch in you made your ass

be out

Hold up gimme the trees before

you bounce