Yin & Yang
ISO
Indies, Indies, yeah
ISO
Indies, Indies, aye-aye
Yeah
Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang, we let it ring
Please don't start us up, got that black and white, that Yin and Yang
Mr. Officer, please don't search us, we don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn, that ass be poking out them jeans
I been sparking up, light the fireworks, I keep the flame
Heard you barking up, this the wrong tree, I got the strains
Yeah, I'm charging up, they can't keep up, got 'em looking drained
Now they walking up, tryna put the face to the name
Pull up and I skrttt and I'm swervin'
If a nigga try to holler, she gon' curve him
We came from under rugs like a Persian
We been stayin' in our lane, ain't no merging
Wrap a nigga like a motherfucking turban
Yeah, these niggas all square like lrving
Yeah, we grew up in the hood, no suburbans
If I say I need my money, then it's urgent, yeah
Yeah, they want me to quit
Yeah, they want to shift
But as long as I'm alive, we gon' keep on making hits
While they steady shooting bricks
Man it's lit, yeah, it's lit
Me and Bill back to back and yeah, I'm dishing the assist
Yeah, they talk a lotta shit but we really with this shits
Lame ass niggas always gon' be reaching for their hip
Smoke a nigga like a clip, they could never catch me slipping
Every time your girl around, she be watching the way I'm dripping (dripping)
Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang, we let it ring
Please don't start us up, got that black and white, that Yin and Yang
Mr. Officer, please don't search us, we don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn, that ass be poking out them jeans
I been sparking up, light the fireworks, I keep the flame
Heard you barking up, this the wrong tree, I got the strains
Yeah, I'm charging up, they can't keep up, got 'em looking drained
Now they walking up, tryna put the face to the name
I'm in flex mode with the best though (I'm in flex mode)
That's a major key, that's a chess move (that's a chess move)
I'm your favorite G, I think it's best you
Stop with all the grilling, I'm on jet fuel
Taking off, clear the runway, nah, they cannot clip my wings
Yeah, they soft, they ain't homie, they ain't even on the scene
Play it smart, they don't know me, they just knowing what they see
What it cost to get flee, but this style here ain't free
This that swag, this that splash
One wrong move, that's yo' ass
Do the dash, keep a stash just in case they tryna flash
Never lack, we don't slack
Tell the opps run it back
I don't brag, I'm relaxed
I'm not into all of that, yeah
It's really just the fam and my dawgs
I just gotta make a call
I ain't into all that chattin', not at all, not at all
Yeah, I put that on the squad
We been outchea going hard
We on deck, please don't make 'em
Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang, we let it ring
Please don't start us up, got that black and white, that Yin and Yang
Mr. Officer, please don't search us, we don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn, that ass be poking out them jeans
I been sparking up, light the fireworks, I keep the flame
Heard you barking up, this the wrong tree, I got the strains
Yeah, I'm charging up, they can't keep up, got 'em looking drained
Now they walking up, tryna put the face to the name
Indies, Indies, yeah
ISO
Indies, Indies, aye-aye
Yeah
Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang, we let it ring
Please don't start us up, got that black and white, that Yin and Yang
Mr. Officer, please don't search us, we don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn, that ass be poking out them jeans
I been sparking up, light the fireworks, I keep the flame
Heard you barking up, this the wrong tree, I got the strains
Yeah, I'm charging up, they can't keep up, got 'em looking drained
Now they walking up, tryna put the face to the name
Pull up and I skrttt and I'm swervin'
If a nigga try to holler, she gon' curve him
We came from under rugs like a Persian
We been stayin' in our lane, ain't no merging
Wrap a nigga like a motherfucking turban
Yeah, these niggas all square like lrving
Yeah, we grew up in the hood, no suburbans
If I say I need my money, then it's urgent, yeah
Yeah, they want me to quit
Yeah, they want to shift
But as long as I'm alive, we gon' keep on making hits
While they steady shooting bricks
Man it's lit, yeah, it's lit
Me and Bill back to back and yeah, I'm dishing the assist
Yeah, they talk a lotta shit but we really with this shits
Lame ass niggas always gon' be reaching for their hip
Smoke a nigga like a clip, they could never catch me slipping
Every time your girl around, she be watching the way I'm dripping (dripping)
Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang, we let it ring
Please don't start us up, got that black and white, that Yin and Yang
Mr. Officer, please don't search us, we don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn, that ass be poking out them jeans
I been sparking up, light the fireworks, I keep the flame
Heard you barking up, this the wrong tree, I got the strains
Yeah, I'm charging up, they can't keep up, got 'em looking drained
Now they walking up, tryna put the face to the name
I'm in flex mode with the best though (I'm in flex mode)
That's a major key, that's a chess move (that's a chess move)
I'm your favorite G, I think it's best you
Stop with all the grilling, I'm on jet fuel
Taking off, clear the runway, nah, they cannot clip my wings
Yeah, they soft, they ain't homie, they ain't even on the scene
Play it smart, they don't know me, they just knowing what they see
What it cost to get flee, but this style here ain't free
This that swag, this that splash
One wrong move, that's yo' ass
Do the dash, keep a stash just in case they tryna flash
Never lack, we don't slack
Tell the opps run it back
I don't brag, I'm relaxed
I'm not into all of that, yeah
It's really just the fam and my dawgs
I just gotta make a call
I ain't into all that chattin', not at all, not at all
Yeah, I put that on the squad
We been outchea going hard
We on deck, please don't make 'em
Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang, we let it ring
Please don't start us up, got that black and white, that Yin and Yang
Mr. Officer, please don't search us, we don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn, that ass be poking out them jeans
I been sparking up, light the fireworks, I keep the flame
Heard you barking up, this the wrong tree, I got the strains
Yeah, I'm charging up, they can't keep up, got 'em looking drained
Now they walking up, tryna put the face to the name
Credits
Writer(s): Seamus Mcnamara, Daniel R Jacobson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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