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Yea, Pt. 2 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
We the ones that get it poppin' in the city, what y'all on
Catch that nigga down bad, we gon' bust his fuckin' dome
We gon' send his ass home
Ayy
Ayy
Yea, yea, (huh) yea, yea, (what) yea, yea, (ok) yea, yea
(Yeah) yeah, ye, (gang) yea, yea, (gang) yea, yea, (montana) yea, (turn me up) yea
Yeah, shittin' on my opps, I got em' mad, I got em' pissed off
Smokin' dead men, wear they grave so I can piss on em
S.K. Corey makin' diss songs, tell them boy come stomp some
Chopper tearin' through a nigga block, bitch, I bet it rip some
I just snuck my Glock off in the party, finna get it popping
You don't never bite about that action, but you always barking
Hoes and her bussin' off the molly, shakin' hella ass
Baby got the clappers in this bitch and she ain't usin' hands
Bitch, it's groovy, hold up, stop the music, bro, I smell some
You ain't watch your pussy, bitch, you smell funny
Pussy loud as hell, shawty stank it like my weed
Sit your ass down and stop that twerkin', baby, please
Runnin' trains on these bitches, got em' goin' for the free
If you speakin' on that gang, I get your body hit for free
And you know who cooked your brother, you put up and not on shit
Screamin' out that Beef-shit, that's gon' get your fuckin' taco split
Yea, yea, (huh) yea, yea, (what) yea, yea, (ok) yea, yea
(Yeah) yeah, ye, (gang) yea, yea, (gang) yea, yea, (montana) yea, (turn me up) yea
Yeah, shittin' on my opps, I got em' mad, I got em' pissed off
Smokin' dead men, wear they grave so I can piss on em
S.K. Corey makin' diss songs, tell them boy come stomp some
Chopper tearin' through a nigga block, bitch, I bet it rip some
Nah, nah, come here, bitch, I beat it front and back
Uh-huh, bitch, start runnin', now I'm pullin' on her train
Bop, bop, bop, bop, damn, another opp just died
Oh my God, not my baby, now his fuckin' mama crying
Bitch, we steppin' like a marching band, it come with a whole lotta boom
AR with the titties, if I spray these bitches, shake the room
Let's go and cop, if I push the button, this bitch pur on em'
Niggas act like bitches every day, where your purse, homie
Uh-uh, bitch, we steppin', steppin' heavy
Uh-huh, boy, this shit, here gon' get deadly
Flrrrd, Ba, Ba, say lil' nigga, where your weapon
When I blow this bitch, you better get down or you gon' be headless
Yea, yea, (huh) yea, yea, (what) yea, yea, (ok) yea, yea
(Yeah) yeah, ye, (gang) yea, yea, (gang) yea, yea, (montana) yea, (turn me up) yea
Yeah, shittin' on my opps, I got em' mad, I got em' pissed off
Smokin' dead men, wear they grave so I can piss on em
S.K. Corey makin' diss songs, tell them boy come stomp some
Chopper tearin' through a nigga block, bitch, I bet it rip some
What you on? Boy, I'm chillin', I just drunk a pint of wock
Now I'm sitting here, stiff as hell, like a motherfuckin' rock
Damn it's crazy, he ain't heard about this dude that got popped
Whole time it was my opp, then his bm gave up the drop
Now she wanna suck on dick, tell that bitch come get some
Now she wanna suck on dick, tell that bitch come lick some
Huh? what? Bitch, I'm tryna hit something
Uhm? what? Bitch, I'm tryna split something