Yea Yea

Lotta prison tatts I'm a sexy felon
I've been convicted for all kind of shit
But I ain't telling
I got my style from the plug
I had to kop a mellon
He understand me
When I said I need a brick of hell on
Lotta dog food around my dawgs
We got the city smelling
God had to give me what I'm selling
This a brick of heaven
Lotta VVS's in my presence
I'm a lucky seven
5 seven stock eleven
Sound just like a Mac 11
Yea Yea
What you bout it bout it
Like you Master P
I survived a gang war
Whole lotta shooters after me
Nigga's let me live
But don't expect to get a pass from me
Feds came up short
It's obvious they wanna tackle me
Yea Yea
Did you spend they block already?
Yea Yea
You really popped a nickel in front the cops my nigga?
Yea Yea
All that time I spent inside that cell
They treat me like a dog
System tried to fuck me
Now I'm cutting fit all with dog
Seven slugs will make em' pause
I pissed them nigga's off
Demonstrated you just instigated
For yo lil dawgs
I just vacuum sealed the package
Slapped it and kicked it off
You ain't get it?
Yea I get get it
We gone trip you nigga's off
Yea Yea
These nigga's live for instagram
And catchy captions
Somebody touched someone I love
You bet not catch me rapping
Catch him zip em' like a jacket
All that capping had my nigga's laughing
Cause you ain't never seen no flooded patty
These nigga's throwing subs
But we got sub machines
Jumping out that old LeSabre
Like we the marines
Threw them squares on a LAX
And beat the traffic
Quarterback I'm wide receiver
Don't need no attachment
Stock clip handle business
Don't need no attachment
Diss me in a song you meeting God
Without a open casket
Flooded all my jewelry
Plug got me in a different bracket
All water lotta Fiji going on
We doing magic
Yea Yea



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Writer(s): Alexandro Zavala, Dallas Jerell Roquemore
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