Yea Yea

Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea, let's get it

Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)
Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)

Piece of cake, for me it's great
For me the haters, keep me sane
Keep the change, I don't need the bank
To lead me to fame or leave me deranged
Peep game, no one to blame
No one is ever the same
Knowing I'm over the limit of sin not a saint
Trying to stop it you can't, bitch
Whipping and swerving the drop, flipping the bird to the cops, gone
Digging for nothing you dig if you want didn't get a response, nah
Making a difference we do it subconscious, nigga we honest
Loyal to all of my niggas behind us know where to find us, Florida

Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)
Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)

Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)
Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)

I never thought I'd be in it
Magical feeling I feel it
Went from a Honda civic
To a truck with a lift 26's
Now I'm beginning to see it
These niggas are turning to bitches
They lie to your face, eat off your plate
Expect you to clean all the dishes
I'm about to make a commitment
To hit them until they get stitches
Hit them until they can't fix it
And drag everyone with two hitches
I'm better off trying to be nice to these niggas
Mixing the Sprite up until the shit fizzes
Sipping that codeine go right to my kidneys
Better off trying to be nice to these niggas

Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)
Stacks on deck (Yea, yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)

Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)
Stacks on deck (Yea yea)
Techs on Techs (Yea yea)
30-06 (Yea yea)
Take yo bitch (Yea yea, yea yea)

Once in a while I switch up the style
I switch up the ammo to hit women child
Brother or cousin I'm smothering dozens
Of mothers who think that my cussing is foul
Fuck it be wild, fuck it be loud
Throw up ya hands, loosen ya bowels
Shit on these niggas, fingers are twitchin'
This pistol is inches away from ya brow
I give a fuck, 'bout what is in style
They say that I don't belong in the south
I say that I am not leaving my house
I'll take you out while you sleep on ya couch
I'll take ya bitch down to my city and I'll go to town
Take yo bitch down to my city and I'll go to town

Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea, yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea
Yea yea, yea yea