Yippee ft. Why Mark, J DOMS & Big Boss Clancy Lyrics

This ain't no roll bounce

Fucking up the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping

This ain't no roll bounce

Bumping in the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

Everybody go get to clapping clapping

I move too slick cause my pockets real thick

Youngest out the clique but I gotta keep us rich

I ain't tryna keep a bitch I'm just tryna get her lit

Tell her bring a friend you know we off the Perky 10s

We gone spend a few bands double back

Then spin again

Niggas mad at me cause I'm the youngin' tryna win

Bitches loving me cause I'm the nigga with the plan

Molly or the weed

Whatchu need we got it in

Keep a few poles but then again I flex ya chin

Fuck a bad ho but then again I want a friend

Make the wrong move and be prepared to meet ya end

Yippee Kiyay they only love you when you win

Shits crazy gotta go get it cannot be lazy

Watch my every move I'm playing chess on the daily

Gotta keep my cool but get to clapping if you play me

Gotta stick and move she only want me for my baby

Shit crazy nigga

This ain't no roll bounce

Bumping in the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping

This ain't no roll bounce

Bumping in the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

Everybody go get to clapping clapping

Why Mark

Had to stop with the fake shit

Head was always down but

Now I got the Face lift

Head up in the clouds

Motherfucker in my spaceship

Fuck a good job

Good times what I'm making

Finna drop a vinyl let it sizzle like it bacon

Fuck doing finals I'd rather vacation

Oooooh now I'm feeling faded

Yeah you got Loud Pack so you gotta face it

She really shake it she naked

A little anxious I ain't say shit

Bought her own weed now she face it

Done with all the walking I been talking gotta lace it

I remember days making music in the basement

Homegrown in the KY

Boy I'm tryna stay high tryna get by

Get mine lick mine she a real dime

Bust once I ain't through ima bust twice

I be chilling y'all be like what my subs like

You a simp right boy you don't hit right

What her hips like yeah she got thick thighs

Y'all can't have my bag cuz I'm in mine

I be smoking I be toking I be rolling the potent

I'm like MK show me my opponent

Yeah I'm good with her cat

And I'm good with my Doja

Ima wake up with a blunt

Y'all can wake up with a mocha

Okay this ain't no roll bounce

Bumping in the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping

This ain't no roll bounce

Bumping in the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

Everybody go get to clapping clapping

Clapping on the beat like a motherfucking stick up

Lift up ya hips girl move to the rhythm

Baby back it up buss it up like a pick up

Trucking thru the city like a old school hiccup

Lemon in the driveway I ain't tryna smash

Switching up the lyrics when I'm flicking off ash

Deep pockets loose trinkets and it's full of cash

I don't wanna brag

Might go dress in drag

Make as much as Brad

Pitts on musty and ya pumps too hot

Swear to the plug I ain't wanna get shot

Cross your heart suede deuce

Jimmy Page no Choos

Johnny Dang with the chain

Bruce Lee with the moves

Kicking shit like a loo

Shoo

I don't move like a smooch

Pucker lips for a truce

Watch me stack up my loot

Lil bitch

This ain't no roll bounce

Bumping in the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping

This ain't no roll bounce

Bumping in the club like a ho down

Yippee Kiyay on the floor now

I said

I fucked it up

But they don't give a fuck