Yea Yea
(Sega! Fedia)
Ayy, ayy
I'on even know what im doin here but I'ma make this shit fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, yeah, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Ya dig? Ayy (Uh-huh)
This .32 barkin', it ain't leavin' no trace
Yeah, yeah, 12 on me, yeah, I do the dash, yeah, I do the race
Hoodie on me, I get energetic
Too fly, we sendin' a message (Yeah, yeah)
Too bad, we up the percentage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We Crips do it better, yeah, we got the advantage (Let's go)
Like, like, too tact
Niggas got guns, but don't shoot back
Like, like, who that?
If he makin' a move, don't look back
Fuck it, I'ma ride the beat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas wanna try and bring the heat
Uh, like, what beef? Uh, like, what beef? (Woo!)
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, ayy, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Walkin' 'round with a, uh, yeah
Walkin' 'round with a muhfuckin', uh
Walkin' 'round with a muhfuckin', uh
Walkin' 'round with a muhfuckin' gun
That chopper gon' eat up that boy up for lunch
I pull out that Glock, and that boy started to run
I'm shootin' these niggas up, yeah, for fun
Huh, slidin' in yo' section, uh, pull up with that weapon
Uh, it's gonna get sketchy, uh, yeah, gon' get sketchy
Got yo' girl now, she gon' bless me, huh, these niggas try to test me
Yeah, these niggas try to stress me, I got my Glock and they ain't ready
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, you finna lose, my boy
Shawty keep playin' wit' me like a toy
If you fuckin' with TreyWay, make some noise
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, ayy, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, ayy, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Ayy, ayy
I'on even know what im doin here but I'ma make this shit fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, yeah, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Ya dig? Ayy (Uh-huh)
This .32 barkin', it ain't leavin' no trace
Yeah, yeah, 12 on me, yeah, I do the dash, yeah, I do the race
Hoodie on me, I get energetic
Too fly, we sendin' a message (Yeah, yeah)
Too bad, we up the percentage (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We Crips do it better, yeah, we got the advantage (Let's go)
Like, like, too tact
Niggas got guns, but don't shoot back
Like, like, who that?
If he makin' a move, don't look back
Fuck it, I'ma ride the beat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas wanna try and bring the heat
Uh, like, what beef? Uh, like, what beef? (Woo!)
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, ayy, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Walkin' 'round with a, uh, yeah
Walkin' 'round with a muhfuckin', uh
Walkin' 'round with a muhfuckin', uh
Walkin' 'round with a muhfuckin' gun
That chopper gon' eat up that boy up for lunch
I pull out that Glock, and that boy started to run
I'm shootin' these niggas up, yeah, for fun
Huh, slidin' in yo' section, uh, pull up with that weapon
Uh, it's gonna get sketchy, uh, yeah, gon' get sketchy
Got yo' girl now, she gon' bless me, huh, these niggas try to test me
Yeah, these niggas try to stress me, I got my Glock and they ain't ready
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, you finna lose, my boy
Shawty keep playin' wit' me like a toy
If you fuckin' with TreyWay, make some noise
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, ayy, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Yeah, ayy, I hop in the metro, I take yo' girl, even though I met her
Yeah, ayy, you think you better? I tote my guns, yeah, my berettas
Stare at the drip to long, it'll make you blind, yeah, fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
Huh, what? Fuck up ya mental
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Writer(s): Trey’von Evans
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