Yellow Tape (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
Yeah
Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
911, it's a man down
(20Rocket on this bitch, so it's gon' knock)
Yeah, whole lotta, whole lotta
Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah)
Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot
Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot
You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn)
That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder
God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em"
Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder
Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle
Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, yeah
Yellow tape, yellow tape (yeah), 911, it's a man down (yeah)
Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah (yeah)
Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, 911, it's a man down (yeah)
Four-fifth or the tre-pound (ooh)
It don't matter when it go down (yeah)
Get down or lay down
It don't matter, nigga, we gon' spray rounds (yeah)
4L Gang the only gang that I protect now (yeah)
Niggas ain't with what I'm with, nigga don't get no respect now (nah)
Pussy nigga gettin' a check now (yeah)
Send them young niggas at your head now (gang)
Heard niggas that I gotta run the block, hell yeah, a nigga run it (yeah)
Hell yeah, nigga, shoot up your block, hell yeah, nigga, I done it (yeah)
I was in the fuckin' field before, just in case they didn't know (yeah)
I was in the hood totin' the pole
Shoot a nigga, make a pussy opp fold
Undercover 'cause I know these niggas pussy
Niggas actin' just like these hoes now (damn)
Shootin' at these opps, they don't want no smoke, dawg (naw, dawg)
Fuckin' all these hoes, that's what I'm on, dawg (I'm on it, dawg)
Ayy, neighbor call me and you know it's low, dawg (it's low, dawg)
'Cause it's smoked out, nothing but that loud (yeah)
Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah)
Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot
Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot
You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn)
That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder
God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em"
Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder
Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle
Only thing I think about is murder, murder (ayy, ayy, ayy)
To my opp mom, I ain't mean to never hurt ya (ayy)
But your son was out here like he was really servin' (yeah)
He paid for the hit at 12, got killed at 12:30 (wow)
If I pay for the lick, oh yeah, now it's my watch (oh yeah)
And if I front the brick, now it's my block (oh yeah)
I'm the G.O.A.T. with .223, I got that lamb chop
It's a hard top on that 'Venti, but that Lam' drop (Lam' drop)
Yeah, but that Lam' drop
We be whippin' in the kitchen, smell like ham hocks (eww)
When I talk, I bet my fans stop (I bet they stop)
I'm so rich, don't need no handouts
Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah)
Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot
Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot
You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn)
That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder
God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em"
Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder
Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle
Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
911, it's a man down
(20Rocket on this bitch, so it's gon' knock)
Yeah, whole lotta, whole lotta
Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah)
Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot
Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot
You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn)
That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder
God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em"
Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder
Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle
Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, yeah
Yellow tape, yellow tape (yeah), 911, it's a man down (yeah)
Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah (yeah)
Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, 911, it's a man down (yeah)
Four-fifth or the tre-pound (ooh)
It don't matter when it go down (yeah)
Get down or lay down
It don't matter, nigga, we gon' spray rounds (yeah)
4L Gang the only gang that I protect now (yeah)
Niggas ain't with what I'm with, nigga don't get no respect now (nah)
Pussy nigga gettin' a check now (yeah)
Send them young niggas at your head now (gang)
Heard niggas that I gotta run the block, hell yeah, a nigga run it (yeah)
Hell yeah, nigga, shoot up your block, hell yeah, nigga, I done it (yeah)
I was in the fuckin' field before, just in case they didn't know (yeah)
I was in the hood totin' the pole
Shoot a nigga, make a pussy opp fold
Undercover 'cause I know these niggas pussy
Niggas actin' just like these hoes now (damn)
Shootin' at these opps, they don't want no smoke, dawg (naw, dawg)
Fuckin' all these hoes, that's what I'm on, dawg (I'm on it, dawg)
Ayy, neighbor call me and you know it's low, dawg (it's low, dawg)
'Cause it's smoked out, nothing but that loud (yeah)
Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah)
Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot
Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot
You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn)
That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder
God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em"
Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder
Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle
Only thing I think about is murder, murder (ayy, ayy, ayy)
To my opp mom, I ain't mean to never hurt ya (ayy)
But your son was out here like he was really servin' (yeah)
He paid for the hit at 12, got killed at 12:30 (wow)
If I pay for the lick, oh yeah, now it's my watch (oh yeah)
And if I front the brick, now it's my block (oh yeah)
I'm the G.O.A.T. with .223, I got that lamb chop
It's a hard top on that 'Venti, but that Lam' drop (Lam' drop)
Yeah, but that Lam' drop
We be whippin' in the kitchen, smell like ham hocks (eww)
When I talk, I bet my fans stop (I bet they stop)
I'm so rich, don't need no handouts
Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah)
Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot
Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot
You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn)
That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder
God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em"
Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder
Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle
Credits
Writer(s): Quantavious Tavario Thomas, Symere Bysil Woods, Delvin Northcut
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