Yessbuddie ft. Rahh3k & 3caam Lyrics

Gang y'all know what the fuck going on

Nigga big 3

Yeah whole lotta gang shit nigga Yeah

Yeah it's 7 pm on a Friday it's 95 degrees

You can't post me on yo finsta lil' bitch

You gotta keep shit P

Yeah I'm bout' to drop this bag

She gon' make me throw a lot of cash

How the fuck is that yo' bitch

When she out with me she shaking ass

Yeah she turning up with all her friends

Inna front seat you know I'm counting these bands

Lil bro yeah he gon' do the money dance

Freak bitch she sucking' it up with no hands

Yeah we in the function and we off that shit

But if bro say the word den

I'm tapping that switch

Yeah I'm tapping that pin yeah

We spin the party till the party end

Skid up in the strike just me & my mans

Who you with lil' bitch gotta friend for yo friend

Switching lanes on 485 inna Benz

Yeah you wanna diss so let's get it in

Say fuck my cousin nigga fuck my kin

In the back of the strike yeah I'm tryna send

Inna back of the strike yeah im tryna

Flrrrd Flrrrd

Tryna hit that switch till it click

Opp ho yeah she inna trap taking dick

And you know she gon' drop that lo

And that shit gettin' spin

La bray he toting FN he say

I like this better than that mother-fucking switch

Yeah hop out the backseat workin' that chop

Y'all niggas be capping on IG this shit gotta stop

Brand new micro and this shit gotta stop

Tryna hop out work this bitch on your block

Tryna hop out and shoot at your crew

Lil' bro Yeah hang out the mother-fucking roof

Yeah I'm so geeked up right now inna booth

Bitch get out my face I'm not tryna be rude

Yeah we got that drop know we comin' through

Inna trap I got a deuce in my sprite

Inna function you know I got in with pipe

And If a nigga play it's gon' be his last night

If a nigga play it gon be his last night

Boy I got this gun nigga why would I fight

Big-ass Drac on my hip I'ma blow that bitch

Bullets punch his ass like Mike

In a big-ass SRT with my young nigga Three

He gon' kill his opp on sight

Inna booth and we smoking on trees

Nigga know we can't see that gas

Got me high as a kite

Gang niggas know not to speak on my name

Cause we pull down yo block with sticks and glocks

We gon' let that mother-fucker hang

And you talkin' that shit your brother dead

Then nigga we kill you the same

And we shooting the clip

Niggas know we don't miss

Cause nigga we shooting like Dame

Or we shootin' like Curry

I got a 30 in this bitch boy you know I ain't worried

Dis glock gotta piss so when i shoot

That bitch hit inna hurry

Yeah we bounce out wit chops

You know we hit

Boy you know you a bitch

All that fucking talking gon get you hit

Five-Five-Six to ya lip

Gang Yeah

It's 7 pm Friday yeah we searchin' for the opps

Ya with la Three in this V

When we shoot we got no stop

Gang and we hopout tryna hit

Yeah fully on black go blrrrd when it hit

Lil neezy in the back clucthing big-ass stick

Yeah bitch nigga mad cause his bitch eat dick

Yeah bitch nigga mad cause his bitch gettin' fucked

Yeah hop out the V got my 30 tucked

Lil Three in the backseat You know he gon clutch

With a big-ass drac boy you know he gon' buss

With a big-ass drac boy you know he gon' hit

Lil' Neo be clutching a Five-Five-Six

Run down on the opp boy

You know that he grits

Hop out Flrrrd bitch