YaYa!

Ya, ya, ya
Bitch, I like my racks, I like pape, Yeah, I'm ballin
Yeah, I went and fucked on your bitch, she won't stop callin
Bitch, I'm in this garage with my dog, we be chillin
Hella quick to empty out this clip, I see a villain

Bitch, I'm gettin' hungry, these bars I be mackin
Like a double burger, all this cheddar that I'm stackin
Bitch, I pack that walk, I do that talk, ain't no cappin
If she's tryna go up today, I beat her back in

Niggas, they be snoozin', take a cat nap
Don't you let that nigga come up in here with that backpack
If you tryna fuck, make it clap for these ...
If my dog don't shoot, I'm gon' make sure he...
Like LeBron with 23 assists, yeah, I clap back
Why that nigga think he hard, I seen his Snapchat



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Writer(s): Daveon Flowers
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