Yea, Pt. 2 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 where they grave so I can piss on it

SK Corey makin' diss songs tell that boy come stanp 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 in here 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 where they grave so I can piss on it

SK Corey makin' diss songs tell that boy come stamp 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-Uh bitch stop runnin' now I'm pullin' on her train

Boaw boaw boaw boaw 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 where they grave so I can piss on it

SK Corey makin' diss songs tell them boy come stamp 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