Yayo

I'm geaked off the Yayo, I told her stop playin', you know that I'm him like Big Yavo
I'm a young migo, got killers on payroll, cross you cross the border whenever I say so
Transfer them dollars to pesos, you know I go dumb I'm on go, but my name is in Yayo
Caught up on drive by's, I still had the plates on, you know that we slidin' like we had some skates on

Remember them days that they counted me out, I was walkin' through rain, but there still was a drought
Claim they your brother don't bring you around, except when they need what's all that about
Want all the money, I don't want the clout, I'm from the 2-7, I stay in the south
Smokin' gelato, I'm walkin' on clouds, Told her bitch don't teeth me if my dick in your mouth

I was a juvie already, a felon, I'm really laid back, but this shit could get hectic
A.R. got no kick, I call it Fruit Ninja, cause I bet this bitch gon' cut straight through your melon
Then like Flako, how the fuck do you do it? I don't say shit, I sit back and just leave him guessing
They really don't know how Flako been feeling, don't know about the days and the nights I was stressing

Screaming out fuck it cause I ain't even trippin', you know we be thuggin'
Kicked out the place, had to sleep with my cousin, I picked up a pack and then I started hustling
Promised myself to make some out of nothing, I told them I'll make it, they said I was bluffing
Niggas be acting so hard like a rock, but they really be soft like a motherfuckin' muffin

I'm geeked off the Yayo, I told her stop playin', you know that I'm him like Big Yavo
I'm young migo, got killers, on payroll, cross you cross the border whenever I say so
Transfer them dollars to pesos, you know I go dumb I'm on go but my name isn't Yayo
Caught up on drive by's I still had the plates on, you know that we slidin' like we had some skates on

I'm already knowing this shit gon' come steady and I know life's a bitch but I gotta stay ready
Hit up Lonso that's my brother, them lots that be empty we swing through them hoes in a black boxed out Chevy
And if that bitch is your hoe better keep her at home cause she all on my meat like a deli
You know I'm smoking that dro, I could put on cologne but this shit that I smoke really smelly

All bout my bucks like Milwaukee, I know they be hating but ain't shit gon' stop me
Come from the bottom for real, I remember them days had to save me some change just to hit up the Swap-meets
Now I be switching them lanes, my blunt filled with two strains, my eyes looking like Mr. Miyagi's
Smelling like gas, no propane, they looking at me strange whenever I walk inside a lobby

Rocking cocaines on my feet, getting to money every day of the week
You know I be dripping like there was a leak, always chasing my dreams, hardly have time to sleep
Run up or bag, what I want it ain't cheap
Got me a new glock and added a beam, I added extensions, it's holding 30

So think bout your life if you tryna hurt me
I'm geeked off the Yayo, I told her stop playing, you know that I'm him like Big Yavo
I'm a young migo, got killers, I'm payroll cross, you cross the border whenever I say so
Transfer them dollars to pesos, you know I go dumb I'm on go but my name is in Yayo

Caught up on drive by's I still had the plates on you know that we slidin' like we had some skates on