Yam Face Lyrics

Get that yam off your face, niggas, these yams ain't happenin

She go with the tapes, tapes, tapes, yeah

Said don't call my phone if it ain't my money

Textin' that bitch and I block her on call

But still got that vid in my phone from the face

So I do a magic trick iteration

But niggas ain't takin' my place

I still walk around with a gang

I still knock that yam off your face

She want all the tingles, nigga, we gon' win it

Baby, don't judge her, yeah, yeah

This bitch tryna fight me by the hoe

I cannot fight you, hell no

Niggas be trippin', I up it, I glow

She sound like Belly, baby, super cold

Hop on the curb, it's good, it's good

She say three, this a like eleven

Stank it and high, chillin' back in Devon

Cuffs got a three-five, she like Kevin

I keep a key on my waist

I knock that yam off your face

I'ma bend him, nigga, like Chase

I'ma knock that yam off your face

I'm stuck by the yam

Only text on the gram

Don't try for the yam

She like, oh yeah, to the face

When it hit me, count up, dead face

Feel the waves while I chase the bank

Wanna cross my drive, this bitch like Margell

Nigga, the yam face

I wanna come and shout, kiss me

They said money's the real yam

They said it's for tax work

They just wonderin' what it sell

And we still see three-thirds

We still rockin' YSL

Yeah, these pussy niggas rockin' Hanks

These niggas stay out of their lane

These niggas be all mine

But they don't got a thing

Yeah

She said she fine with some tanks

Huh

But I knock that yam off your face

Huh

Girl, the boys give him a cake

I knock that yam off your face

Till you get in a cake

Till you run up a cake

These niggas be playin' with cake

He a kid, don't he

So super hot, can feel it

Feel it

Yeah

Yeah, she said she fine with some tanks

Then we knock that yam off your face

Bitch, if you havin' a rave

You got a yam on your waif

I got a yam on my waif

Yeah

Tanks

I knock that yam off your face

I had to set y'all free

I had to set y'all free

Don't let fucks go insane

This ain't just my fault

This is not my cut, boy

It's real, real, real

Are they ready

These white niggas gon' hit me

Just like a Chevy

Boy, they both gon' love me

It's so nutty

Yeah, I'm sparkin' stuff in here

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