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that yee
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Hip-Hop/Rap
that yee was released on July 18, 2025 by Izaya Tiji as a part of the album O2A
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AlbumO2A
Release DateJuly 18, 2025
LabelIzaya Tiji
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Matthew Isaiah Carson
Producer

Lyrics

You got a bag of marijuana, yeah
Bag of marijuana
You just cap 'round when you drop that, yeah
**** came from Condon down there
I had a fake purple, I just popped it, yeah
I'm a girl just like Kodak
You wanna hit, I just wanna talk that, yeah
You been at your bitch 'cause you love that
You been at your bitch 'cause you're open, babe
Through a rash, my pocket, I'm in my passport
Go to Road Trip, we got them sticks, who we payin' for?
They tryna slide us, what your **** dead for?
Why you finna try and get in my head for?
Smart bitch, she tryna give me some tempo
Bad bitch, she said she like my dimples
Bitch, I-I-I caught my cripples
Air tag on the whip, ****, just blipped on fire
****, I call it a sitcom
I be on pole watchin' it get stepped on
Shit so quick, watchin' it get left on
Countin' them hoes, watchin' it get dressed up, oh yeah
Fuck with the ice, I break it to soak up
I'm here to give people time
Got a bag of marijuana, yeah
Got a bag of marijuana, yeah
Bitch, you can't ride with me, drop that, yeah
****, you can't even get down that
I had to fake her, but I still copped it, yeah
I'm a girl just like Kodak
You want a head, I just wanna talk that, yeah
I'ma rebuild your bitch 'cause you lost that
I don't care 'bout a bitch 'cause you not that fat
Stop that shit, boy, you not that safe
You on his phone, I just like, "Boy, he cut that man"
Place got a bike, so I cut that seat
Bitch, **** said somethin' wrong, so I knocked his cheek
I got an army, I ain't got no friends
My bitch smile, y'all gotta get drowned
I got some army like I'm Lil' Joe
Got a bag of marijuana, yeah
Baggie of marijuana, yeah
I'm out of your ass, I'm ready to show 'em that, yeah
Benz on race, fuck that
Get in my body, you can't control that, yeah
I pour the ice in it and I slow down, yeah
Wait
I pour the ice in it and I slow down, yeah
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
(Uh, uh)
(Drop the ice, slow down, yeah)
Ice cake got blowed out
Chocolate raining down, we can slow down, yeah
Bitch like, "Where do we go now?"
We got the house down, why we slow down, yeah
I don't want the windows down
I feel free in my bed
I got my head in my hand
Most of her dames can't blame
All of my bitches wanna say I'm a ten, ayy
**** get caked like a can
She love my dick 'cause it's big like a tram, yeah
I did a wedding to glam
Got her crawlin' off the bed with no stem
Get up, leave, then I had sex, need a stem
I'm gettin' money like my life was a sim
(Uh, uh)
(How is that L-E-S-G?)
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson
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