Yeaaa Lyrics

OG told me that the strong survive

My opps wasn't strong enough, that's why they ass got unalive

Scary ass nigga, this that music make you come outside

Head tap on his front porch, his mama came outside

I catch a body, then I catch a vibe

You been ownin' me for way too long, it's time to die

And the way I keep that shit on, make him wanna die

And the way I fuck his bitch, it hurt his pride

And the way I ice my wrist, she wanna slide

I ain't shit but a street nigga, I can't even lie

Them roxy30s got a nigga rich as fuck

I'm just waitin' for the feds to come pick me up

PJ Role, my shit ain't bust

Frito-Lay got chips on us

My flow too unpredictable like bitches emotions

Might have to get physical if you want some motion

Kidnappin', killin', extortion, and some mo' shit

Pimpin' a bitch that's on some bald head ho shit

I ask the streets for a brick and say yeah

I ask my bitch for some head, she say yeah

My hitter ask, do I want him dead, yeah

We love you Mikey, anything you want is there

We ain't got time to go back and forth, thug

I'm bout to cut your throat, slit your shit from ear to ear

I'm bout to perform a ritual

All these killers that I grew up with, you think I'm really a fuckin' hoe

All these junkies that shoot up shit, it's the reason it's on the flo