Yeah Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
Come on, come on
Yeah, come on

Give me a card, dropping 73, but I feel like I'm Luka
Like Come On Type To Up The Score, but I feel like I'm Vezzo, good diesel
That's that good Za, but I'm not talking Shaq
Like, come on, this shit get dangerous in my city

Like, raq sweet life, you would've thought
Nigga, ain't no Cody, Zach
Like, come on, took a perk, I'm a gremlin, Kodak
S.R.T., them shits go, vroom, like them scat packs

Like, come on, put a mask on, yeah, we out here moving tact
Like, Set shit shit off, bro
Not, talking Queen Latifah
Black and yellow, stepping in some one's

Feel like Wiz Khalifa
Bro is punching all these cards
Shit is hitting Gervonta
It's my time, I touch my wrist, bro

I feel like I'm Dame, and one
Been balling, call the foul
Ball game, all around
I've been making plays, I'm like LeBron James

Do your homework, I'm just going, bitch
I feel like J-Mane
This that good gas, I like to smoke
It's not no propane

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Traven Bryant
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