Yao Ming ft. Young Spazza Lyrics

(Baby want me and she never gon leave)

(Pull up with glocks and they come with a beam)

(Running up racks and we causing a scene)

Yeaa, ohh

Yea

Yea, yea, yea, yea, yah

Baby want me and she never gon leave

Pull up with glocks and they come wit a beam

Running up racks and we causing a scene

Getting the racks and they tall like Yao Ming

Boy you a bum you could never be me

Shopping at saks spent yo rent onna tee

I don't know you lil bruh how you know me?

I swear to God that they always gone hate

Ran up the pape now they wanna act fake

All of that hating I cannot relate

They all just mad cause I'm stacking the cake

Yo shit look old and my shit up to date

Im inna horse I take off like the race

When I'm in that Porsche they gon know how it play

When they see me up they gon all say my name

I-I'm with the gang we gon chill, yuh

I had her stuck in her feels, yuh

Trapping I been in the hills, yuh

I'm just tryna count up some bills, yuh (Let's go)

Imma just get to the bag and I'm racing, taking these drugs I be facing (Woah)

She wanna fuck with the Kidd like Jason, mask on my face just like Jason (What?)

Diamonds my neck and they be so adjacent, diamonds they be so amazing, uh

He be dickriding that boy he be glazing, she eat the dick like a raisin

And these niggas be lame and they don't have no motion

I'm off the drank off the magic, the potion

Ain't feel a thing, I ain't showing emotion

Trying to come in Ima leave the door open

Yeah, like Bruno (Yeah) I play that girl like it's Uno (Uno)

She like "boy I know what you know" (You know)

I'm kicking shit like it's judo, yeah (Judo yuh)

And these niggas don't want no beef, no smoke

Yeah that's fasho uh (Yeah that's fasho)

Me and my nigga Kai we just came with the poles

That's what we tote, tote, yuh

(Yeah, huh)

B-baby want me and she never gon leave

Pull up with glocks and they come wit a beam

Running up racks and we causing a scene

Getting the racks and they tall like Yao Ming

Boy you a bum you could never be me

Shopping at saks spent yo rent onna tee

I don't know you lil bruh how you know me?

I swear to God that they always gone hate

Ran up the pape now they wanna act fake

All of that hating I cannot relate

They all just mad cause I'm stacking the cake

Yo shit look old and my shit up to date

Im inna horse I take off like the race

When I'm in that Porsche they gon know how it play

When they see me up they gon all say my name