Yamane Lyrics

That lil bitch talk shit but my shit still be on her playlist

I been on top so long that I could never get complacent

Y'all niggas been basic

Could give a fuck so save it

A 40 in a paper bag they askin what you drankin'

We plugged up i'm mobbin all on yo lawn with all of my goblins

Get yo luck up

You runnin out of them options it shows

Niggas talking on my name they think they made me

When I listen to the voice the words deprave me

I got some niggas doing dirt, they work for cash that's fasho

We pourin a fo and then sippin ya soul, celebrating that hole in ya throat

We zippin our lips, then go eclipse the fuckin sun with gun smoke

And now we itchin for a mission, rollin three deep that's on bro

Don't give no fuck, we buckin up, we the demons drenched in the dark

Don't touch my shit, hoe you a bitch, we'll pump the gas and then spark

There's blood up all inside my chalice, feel the malice, embark

Up on a mission with some witches, hearing them strumming that harp