YTY (Yeah That's You)
Yeah that's you
With the Capricorn tattoo
She left makeup on yo tshirt but that's cool
Now she dancin in the middle of the room
And she say yeah that's you
She say yeah that's you
Yeah on the real Im in these streets
Never catch me on my knees
And if I sin to feed my daughter lord forgive the hell I bring
For my little one
She such a little one
Always landing on my feet
Ghost the Gang yeah that's my team
And everybody with me savage we make cabbage outta beef
This ain't no little gun
This not no little gun
Pulled from the belly of highnesty established in ninety three
I smoke so much dro that where I go there aint no finding me
Something thick as fuck with bloody hair would be so fine to see
Tu cenabis apud me
That mean will you dine with me
I could be
Everything you ever want and ever need
She wear her heart all on her sleeve
So shit get messy when she sneeze
A work of art but torn apart so she just blowing with the breeze
I break her heart she say a certain part gone still belong to me
Yeah yeah
We poppin shots like it's her birthday and she twenty-one
Seven niggas wit me but between us we got twenty guns
You niggas river rats
Every single one
We sent them downhill
That's how that river run
I got a verse for anybody tryna prove they weight
I'm throwing shots Lana Turner throwing new bouquets
Only speak in code over the phone the text I shoot him say
I need a new tattoo
I hope that you can spray
With the Capricorn tattoo
She left makeup on yo tshirt but that's cool
Now she dancin in the middle of the room
And she say yeah that's you
She say yeah that's you
Yeah on the real Im in these streets
Never catch me on my knees
And if I sin to feed my daughter lord forgive the hell I bring
For my little one
She such a little one
Always landing on my feet
Ghost the Gang yeah that's my team
And everybody with me savage we make cabbage outta beef
This ain't no little gun
This not no little gun
Pulled from the belly of highnesty established in ninety three
I smoke so much dro that where I go there aint no finding me
Something thick as fuck with bloody hair would be so fine to see
Tu cenabis apud me
That mean will you dine with me
I could be
Everything you ever want and ever need
She wear her heart all on her sleeve
So shit get messy when she sneeze
A work of art but torn apart so she just blowing with the breeze
I break her heart she say a certain part gone still belong to me
Yeah yeah
We poppin shots like it's her birthday and she twenty-one
Seven niggas wit me but between us we got twenty guns
You niggas river rats
Every single one
We sent them downhill
That's how that river run
I got a verse for anybody tryna prove they weight
I'm throwing shots Lana Turner throwing new bouquets
Only speak in code over the phone the text I shoot him say
I need a new tattoo
I hope that you can spray
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Dooms
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