Yeezy

Begging for bodies
Stop allat cappin
We really tote sticks
We gon make some shìt happen
Fuckin his Bitch
got my Glock on the mattress
Dropped out of school
Only good at mathematics

Heard the oops was lurking on my operation
I'm sorry grandma I ain't got no patience
He can meet the creator that boy keep playin
his momma at the cementary where her son is stayin
stop all the cappin
Gettin top in the whip with the Glock in my lap
Ain't got no more patience

Gettin rich off the choices I'm making
Got ya mans this blunt that I'm facing
He a bodmon smoke ganja Jamaicans
Ain't no love in my soul but I faked it
Still rocking yeezy
but don't fuck Donald
My new bitch a model she built a bottle
Said I went big but I made it colossal
Aint stoppin for 12 Ima push the full throttle
Engine in the back with the stick in front
Internet beef tell that boy this ain't what want

In zone 6 Told her shout out to gucci
Ain't payin for pussy like boosii
Pipe down I heard ya big homie salute me
I got powers like Austin she trynna make a movie

My people depende on me I gotta make it
Yeezy boots on but bitch no I ain't racist
Hit that boy with them sticks call it 8 Ball
Getting head in the booth
I'ma fuck on that bitch wit my chain
He ape in the zoo I go King Kong
Get this bitch way too hot Call it Napalm
Still rocking Yeezy
but no I ain't racist
Don't fuck with these niggas
they hate that I made it

All of my niggas they riding round dangerous
7 cars deep
And we calling it gang shit
If it ain't my main bitch then she nameless
If I catch me a body she gon keep it secret
Got some work on the Glock And it show with some cleavage
Ima buss down her walls then I'm Leavin
Don't tell me bout you love you don't mean it
Ain't got no heart in this shit
Gave my heart to a bitch
I turned to a devil
I ain't trippin a Nigga just a new level
I Need a few A million aint got time settle
Rockin the show I Ain't tuckin no chain
On Tuesday go up with the gang
Aint worry bout fame cause my niggas got stain
I fucked up the game
Huncho Ghøul make them remembe the name

Feel guwop
Bitch I just dropped the top
She gon give wap
but don't even know me
Used to love her till she fucked her homie
I can't pass the rock
forever shooting like Kobe
Smokin exotic it's killin the old me
I just mixed the Gucci with the off white
Micheal Vick we bring guns to a dog fight
She popped a perk 30
She gon fuck me all night

Begging for bodies
Stop allat cappin
We really tote sticks
We gon make some shit happen
Fuckin his Bitch
got my Glock on the mattress
Dropped out of school
Only good at mathematics
Heard the oops was lurking on my operation
I'm sorry grandma I ain't got no patience
He can meet the creator that boy keep playin
his momma at the cementary where her son is stayin

My people depende on me I gotta make it
Yeezy boots on but bitch no I ain't racist
Hit that boy with them sticks call it 8 Ball
Getting head in the booth
I'ma fuck on that bitch wit my chain
He ape in the zoo I go King Kong
Get this bitch way too hot Call it Napalm
Still rocking Yeezy
but no I ain't racist
Don't fuck with these niggas
they hate that I made it



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Writer(s): Rhodean Ambersley
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