Yeah Yeah Yeah Lyrics

Dick in the glizzy, shell catchers, I got ball diapers

Presidential older than my granny I got alzheimer's

Try to shoot my shot at any bitch and it won't backfire

That golden arch upon that bitch it got me franchising

Need a holy ghost with two ap's like I'm baptizing

Code for double r is ronald reagan I know crack buyers

Them glizzies barbeque a nigga I know Oscar Mayer

Wish a nigga would show his stick my whole campfire

Found out he's a bitch day before summer it was summers eve

USDA I'm analyzing like bitch what's the beef

Internet beefing no different than having sneaky links

I promise ain't no nigga icing me I got saweetie beat

We done shut a party down before that nigga boy leray

Buddy got his ass whooped and then he caught a case

That boy a bitch but he keep stick I guess he young m.a

That boy he ain't no soulja seen the draco and start yelling drac

Caught him lacking shopping online, now his brains in the cart

How ironic caught him at the park and left his shit in parked

She wanna ring shit lebron want one too hit him up

Up the pole he start moonwalking had to beat him up

Gone and tweak better off going out like big teak

Mandatory I keep blues with me feel like big meech

Must be beefing with a spider

Niggas tough upon that web and they be six deep

Lost his life I know you sick about it keep yo six feet

Brody know I got it covered this that one sauce

Palm angel hoodie told that bitch to keep her palms off

Bitch I keep a chop at all times I drip plum sauce

Gum bottom forces drip too hard to scrape the gum off

Bitch I'm in my bag, tote a mag like I'm Marc Jacobs

Momma sold dope knew they would raider like she Mark Davis

I ball on niggas at a pace I feel like Danny Granger

Might just do a one night stand with a stranger danger

I need my bitch be like Solange in that elevator

Niggas rats and bitches rats I ain't exterminating bitch

I stay in my own space like I been typing papers

That five seven get to jerking this bitch with the rangers

You catch a shot invading space this a space bar

I just clicked a button it happened too fast this bitch come with a restart

This nigga sweet the kind of sweet that ain't a three star

Two glockies these bitches go dumb and dumber on a retard

I ain't gone lie if I got pole, I'm still fighting niggas

Rumor is we jumped him fuck we look like jumping a light-skin nigga

Hoodie on me clip with skittles kill zimmerman with it

If I ain't got the pole I'm a have one of my fishermen get it

Might collab with two four derek fisher I'm with it

So many nuggets in this water my chicken is tender

Banana clips around this bitch we equipped with a blender

That boy a ham his pineapple gone be in a blender

You could be sliding in a charger you still gone die

We don't give a fuck if you a barber ain't cut like mine

You ain't a challenge, but could still catch a red eye

In the wrong place a get you popped just like red pops

This ain't really beef so I ain't bite this shit fast food

Bitch once you die it's chris tucker here's a cheap suit

It's twelve in this nine it's to the point I think my feet grew

In need of a punch not to fight it's to get blues