Yeah Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Trell in this bitch

Let's do It

Back in that mode of things, where I'm not playing fair, yeah

Running circles round em', I can't hang with square, yeah

Back in that mode of things, where I ready don't even care, yeah

3g's in the wood, blowing smoke all in the air, yeah

Back in my bag on a daily, money all year, yeah

Running circles round em', you is not my pier, yeah

Back in that mode, it's VVS in my ear, yeah

3g's in the wood, blowing smoke all in the air, yeah

Yeah, Yeah, I stay strapped

Yeah, Yeah, I got that pack

Yeah Yeah, I keep them racks

Yeah, Yeah, Glock my lap

Yeah, No, We don't no lack

Yeah Ho, You not a snack

Yeah, Yeah, Hoes is cracked

Yeah, Yeah, You niggas whack

Smoke on that mixed pack, then I go kill the track

It's not Halloween but we come through in them ski mask

Balenciaga on my feet, when I step it's a rack(a rack)

Smoking on them Z's, but a nigga ain't taking no Nap

All this weight on my shoulder like QB I run with the sack (woo)

I really get like that, I'm really that ruthless that's no cap

I don't know you, you know me

Rolling leaves, puffing trees

All you niggas need guidance, I know my way to the streets(trell)

If I rap it I wrote it, I meant it it's facts

Niggas be corny, juice shit to the max

Talking that shit, stand on it get clapped

Got that AK and the casing all black

Say you gone slide, where these niggas at?

I see right through you, just like your gap

These niggas is slow, I be running laps

You should be lids, the way you be cap

You should be lids the way you be cap, fuck KKK my outfit all black

You should be lids the way you be cap, fuck KKK my outfit all black