Yew

Why they all talking that shit
Talk that trash, talk that bad 'bout (yew)
Imma keep showing my style
Showing my shoes
Showing my jeans for (yew)
Karma gon steal yo bitch
Make me rich
I don't give a fuck about (yew)
In LA with the Rams
Don't give a damn
Like Hogan i'll slam (yew)

Open her cap like Heinz
And I wear Levis' (yew)
And I eat some fries
Share the pie
Make sure my homies eat
I'm gon' crack the seal
And I pop the pills (yew)
Whole 'nother world like an alien
Speak up or spin again, no vegetarian (yew)
She a challenge like a mannequin
Freaky girl got the fetishes
All the money i'm husslin
BB belt, yeah and i'm bucklin' (yew)
Line him up like Terraria
Spin his block, spin his area
You say you don't want the smoke
But don't talk the shit that you won't end like
I'm gon steal yo bitch
You know she wants better
All that blame on you
Just so you couldn't hold your nut in
24 seven with these hoes
Please lil bro just get a life
Cross his girl and crossed his bros
After that he'll run and hide
Karma gon' get his ass
Cut his ass like a cameraflash
These fake ass bums stay dumb
I just smile and sip on rum
Not that guy to cross my homies
Not that guy to cross my girl
I'm nothing but net like a goalie
If you wanna take a shot then show me

Why they all talking that shit
Talk that trash, talk that bad 'bout (yew)
Imma keep showing my style
Showing my shoes
Showing my jeans for (yew)
Karma gon steal yo bitch
Make me rich
I don't give a fuck about (yew)
In LA with the Rams
Don't give a damn
Like Hogan i'll slam (yew)

Why they all talking that shit
Talk that trash, talk that bad 'bout (yew)
Imma keep showing my style
Showing my shoes
Showing my jeans for (yew)
Karma gon steal yo bitch
Make me rich
I don't give a fuck about (yew)
In LA with the Rams
Don't give a damn
Like Hogan i'll slam (yew)



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Writer(s): Carbon Ske, Jus Carbon
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