Yeahh

You know what the fuck goin' on
We gang-gang, six probably tried all their shit
I just flamed up, somebody dead homie
I ain't gotta talk too much
Mm-mm-mm-mm
I don't want no autotune
He back
Uh, yeah (watch this)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Smokin' on Steve while I record that shit
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, uh, uh

Duck, you really havin' shit? Yeah
Did you really fuck that nigga bitch? Yeah (I did)
Have you ever ran through a hunnit? Yeah (fasho that)
That's a stupid ass question, you lil' dummy, yeah (you know that witcha stupid ass)
I been having shit since 2012, yeah (facts)
And I spend that shit because I never cared, yeah (I never carеd)
Duck, are ya opps really scared? Yеah
They know we got a lot of Glocks, bitch, we so prepared
Yeah (yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah)
KG with me, he send you upstairs (drr)
Ayy, Dre so fuckin' accurate, he hit ya head (I swear to God)
Ayy, it ain't even Easter but we'll crack a egg (Crack a egg)
We ain't gon' hit ya leg, uh
Bitch, we want ya dead, uh, yeah
Duck you high? Duh, I do meds (drugs)
It's 'bout 4:30 PM and bitch, I'm still in bed, yeah
You ain't talkin' money, I ain't heard none you said
They know I keep that stick with me, lil' bitch, that my third leg (brrt)
Yeah (yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah)
That lil' ten bands on me now, I put that on yo' head
If my shooter say he hungry, then he gone get fed (eat)
They say I'm Mr. Disrespectful 'cause I diss, they dead homies (fuck 'em)
They know I keep that bitch on me
I'm never by my lonely
If you don't see him with me no more, he traded on me (I don't need 'em)
I don't need niggas, they phony (they pussy)
Ain't no motherfuckin' question if I got it on me (I keep it)
Boy, you a bitch, you ain't do shit when them niggas killed yo' homie
If you slid, it wasn't on us you posted pictures only (pussy ass niggas)
Yeah (yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah), yeah(yeah)
What you wanna do now? Let's have us a shootout
Pull up to yo' mama house, make mama move out, bitch (Brrt)
Awe, you think you slick? (awe)
Niggas be talkin' 'bout money like they the only ones havin' that shit (naw)
You keep on mentioning Brick, uh, you will get hit with a stick
My shit sing like Roddy Rich, ooh, you know it's a hit (you know it's a hit)

Yeah (yeah), uh, uh
Yeah (yeah), uh, uh
Yeah (yeah), uh, uh
Yeah (yeah), uh, uh
Yeah (yeah)

It's up, it's stuck (for real)
It's up (for real), it's stuck (for real)
It's up (for real), it's stuck (for real)
It's up (for real), he back (he back)



Credits
Writer(s): Dane Ramsey
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