YETTI
"From the floss to the death of me"
"Get my nine from the deputy"
"119 to the death of me"
"119 to the death of me"
Look
Aye aye
Tell em
Look
"Hop on the banshee hit the levy
While the ds chasing shit steady
Srkt to the trap niggas deady
Hop in the v hit the hemi
Got bitches wilding in the Telly
Shooters wit me yeah they ready
Don't fuck around
We got that yetti
Put that shit to ya belly"
Look
Niggas moving like real crooks
Like hold on what the move
Yeah we in tune
Up a hunned bands
Nigga since June
Niggas tryna follow wave
Yeah We juggin in every state
Countin this stu yal niggas late
See the ds niggas gotta skate
Only copp zipps nigga no eighths
I play chess not checkers
Chess board printed on my sweater
Gang wildin kno no better
Nigga ready kno I'm clever
While I'm countin this cheddar
Up a 50 in any weather
Nigga i trap whenever
Fuck a bitch that pleasure
Demon time that terror
Bitch naggin whatever
Hustler mindset seller
Free my dawgs from the cellar
Free bounty my brother
Taking trips to the yams
Nigga Cali got grams
Money counter for the bands
Disrespect i got hands
Numbers going up
Like a bitch onlyfans
"Fans Fans"
"Hop on the banshee hit the levy
While the ds chasing shit steady
Srkt to the trap niggas deady
Hop in the v hit the hemi
Got bitches wilding in the Telly
Shooters wit me yeah they ready
Don't fuck around
We got that yetti
Put that shit to ya belly"
"LOOK"
Fucking up real sauce in the streets feeling like a real boss
Like tell a nigga fuck off matter fact it's a tip my team ready lift off
Like a supper bowl kick off
Niggas wanna act up ready kno brodie gon slap up you nd ya mans gon get clapped up
Niggas moving proper stay wit packs up niggas can't lack up
"SHEESHHH"
Look
Brodie gon
Brodie gon
"WHAT"
Yal bitches real smuts
Thank god im racked up
Bandemic gave yal guts
Can't show no love
Could never leave my gun
Niggas kno wassup
G-lock always tuck
It's Up it Nd it's stuck
Up it let it buck
We dont give a fuck
"Hop on the banshee hit the levy
While the ds chasing shit steady
Srkt to the trap niggas deady
Hop in the v hit the hemi
Got bitches wilding in the Telly
Shooters wit me yeah they ready
Don't fuck around
We got that yetti
Put that shit to ya belly"
"Get my nine from the deputy"
"119 to the death of me"
"119 to the death of me"
Look
Aye aye
Tell em
Look
"Hop on the banshee hit the levy
While the ds chasing shit steady
Srkt to the trap niggas deady
Hop in the v hit the hemi
Got bitches wilding in the Telly
Shooters wit me yeah they ready
Don't fuck around
We got that yetti
Put that shit to ya belly"
Look
Niggas moving like real crooks
Like hold on what the move
Yeah we in tune
Up a hunned bands
Nigga since June
Niggas tryna follow wave
Yeah We juggin in every state
Countin this stu yal niggas late
See the ds niggas gotta skate
Only copp zipps nigga no eighths
I play chess not checkers
Chess board printed on my sweater
Gang wildin kno no better
Nigga ready kno I'm clever
While I'm countin this cheddar
Up a 50 in any weather
Nigga i trap whenever
Fuck a bitch that pleasure
Demon time that terror
Bitch naggin whatever
Hustler mindset seller
Free my dawgs from the cellar
Free bounty my brother
Taking trips to the yams
Nigga Cali got grams
Money counter for the bands
Disrespect i got hands
Numbers going up
Like a bitch onlyfans
"Fans Fans"
"Hop on the banshee hit the levy
While the ds chasing shit steady
Srkt to the trap niggas deady
Hop in the v hit the hemi
Got bitches wilding in the Telly
Shooters wit me yeah they ready
Don't fuck around
We got that yetti
Put that shit to ya belly"
"LOOK"
Fucking up real sauce in the streets feeling like a real boss
Like tell a nigga fuck off matter fact it's a tip my team ready lift off
Like a supper bowl kick off
Niggas wanna act up ready kno brodie gon slap up you nd ya mans gon get clapped up
Niggas moving proper stay wit packs up niggas can't lack up
"SHEESHHH"
Look
Brodie gon
Brodie gon
"WHAT"
Yal bitches real smuts
Thank god im racked up
Bandemic gave yal guts
Can't show no love
Could never leave my gun
Niggas kno wassup
G-lock always tuck
It's Up it Nd it's stuck
Up it let it buck
We dont give a fuck
"Hop on the banshee hit the levy
While the ds chasing shit steady
Srkt to the trap niggas deady
Hop in the v hit the hemi
Got bitches wilding in the Telly
Shooters wit me yeah they ready
Don't fuck around
We got that yetti
Put that shit to ya belly"
Credits
Writer(s): Raheem Brown
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