Yeah Yeah (feat. Da Real Gee Money)

****, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah

Put that pencil on a ****, we bust led, yeah

In the rental tryna leave a **** dead, dead

****, yeah, ****, yeah

****, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah

Put that pencil on a ****, we bust led, yeah

In the rental tryna leave a **** dead, dead

****, yeah, ****, yeah

****, yeah, yeah

Brand new .40 Glock just copped up out the shop

Hollows hit his skin, he need some water 'cause them bitches hot

**** talkin' gangsta when you see me make your pistol pop

Rest in peace to Huey, that draco make a pussy **** pop and lock

Grab them pistols, they go stupid everytime we spot an opp

I got thirty in this .30, he died on the second shot

They wan' burn me, I'm not nervous 'cause I keep this pistol cocked

He was talkin' like he hard no on a shirt his picture cropped

.40 knockin' off your tattoos, I go nuts like cashews

Catch 'em in the whip, I'm tryna do 'em like the last dude

Every hood up in my city ain't no section I ain't ran through

I spend a quarter at the light, knock of a limb, ****, bad news

****, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah

Put that pencil on a ****, we bust led, yeah

In the rental tryna leave a **** dead, dead

****, yeah, ****, yeah

****, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah

Put that pencil on a ****, we bust led, yeah

In the rental tryna leave a **** dead, dead

****, yeah, ****, yeah

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Run up on me wrong, I'ma flip a ****, zip a ****

Watch how quick I flash and let the choppa hit 'em

Don't fuck with my bros, I stick to the code

Shout to my **** gone, them ones on the juice

Lean got me movin', slow still I gotta pay attention

I know **** wanna kill me, I can't let a **** get me

My life is a movie, Percocets got me grooving

I'm a young fly ****, bossed up, shout out Lucci

Heard a **** hating, really, dog, I can't hear you

Took off on them feds, left them **** in my rear view

Big ol' Ruger, that bitch bussing, leave a **** dead

Closed casket, I don't want your chest I'm aiming for your head

****, yeah

****, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah

Put that pencil on a ****, we bust led, yeah

In the rental tryna leave a **** dead, dead

****, yeah, ****, yeah

****, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist, I could go fed, yeah

Put that pencil on a ****, we bust led, yeah

In the rental tryna leave a **** dead, dead

****, yeah, ****, yeah

****, yeah, yeah