Yip Yap Lyrics

All the yapping, all the this and that they don't do none of that talk

The district can't give em to the schools the streets done used all of their chalk

The OGs tell em, when you catch a body, do nothing, don't gloat

All these youngins getting caught with all these clues up in their phone

Who you robbed man, where you hit the lick, and who opened that vault?

Who you dropped, and where the body hid, and where the guns that y'all tossed?

He got caught and we all know he sang, he still acting all tough

Claim they're stand up but up on the stand spilling guts, they're all talk

I don't live that life and I know better than to talk about it

Even when I see it I ain't seen, I just walk around it

If they hit you where it hurts bro you better not sulk about it

Let it go or let it be known that you not to be fucked around with

All that gang shit what I'm ducking

Niggas going ham when they bucking

All that cop talk they don't fuck with

They will take your life like it's nothing

Friend or family, brother or cousin

Doesn't matter, they will come hunting

If they hear you talking bout something

That they did then they get to dumping aye

When the police approach you, you tell em straight that you ain't got none to say

Don't be a one man crusade

Talking bout what they might or may

Had did, or are about to do, if they find out you are the one who caved

Closed casket at your final wake

Cos all them guns will fuck up your face

All the yapping, all the this and that they don't do none of that talk

The district can't give em to the schools the streets done used all of their chalk

The OGs tell em,when you catch a body, do nothing, don't gloat

All these youngins getting caught with all these clues up in their phone

Who you robbed man, where you hit the lick, and who opened that vault?

Who you dropped, and where the body hid, and where the guns that y'all tossed?

He got caught and we all know he sang he still acting all tough

Claim they're stand up but up on the stand spilling guts, they're all talk

A granny getting robbed and telling cops? No that's not snitching

A snitch is a nigga that was involved in the mission

Probably planned the heist, scoped out the place that y'all were hitting

Probably stole the car you used, shit, that nigga who was whipping

Was the one talking, giving orders, heck he even slipped and used the real names of his homies

The cashier, yeah he hit him

He got sloppy, everything he touched, yeah he left his prints on

The cops caught him, now he claims he was pressured, he's the victim

Man, get the fuck up out of here

They don't got no time to hear

All your homies doing time, so my nigga how you here?

We know all y'all walked inside, only one who got the clear

Only one who got no years

Only one?! Shit, that's weird

Look, no one's condoning crime or anything like that my one thing is

If you gon cook it up then you should eat whatever comes with it

I'm tired of niggas saying they running things to turn and run from it

The only thing you're running is your mouth til there's a gun it

So all of that conviction that you showed and all that confidence

Just turned into confessions moment you were faced with consequence

The concept of them congregating all of y'all is contingent

On one of y'all consorting with the cops to reach some congruence

Cons

All the yapping, all the this and that they don't do none of that talk

The district can't give em to the schools the streets done used all of their chalk

The OGs tell em, when you catch a body, do nothing, don't gloat

All these youngins getting caught with all these clues up in their phone

Who you robbed man, where you hit the lick, and who opened that vault?

Who you dropped, and where the body hid, and where the guns that y'all tossed?

He got caught and we all know he sang he still acting all tough

Claim they're stand up but up on the stand spilling guts, they're all talk