Yea Yea Lyrics

Yea yea, Yea yea, Yea yea

Yea yea

Yea yea

I'm the fucking band man

Yea yea

I just did my damn dance

Yea yea

My boy bring that choppa out

On ya boy

Yea yea

Please don't try to fuck around

You gon' be a dead man

I just made my bitch do a god damn handstand

And this money tall as can be

It's like ten ten

I just hope that I don't take no test

I'm gon' fail it

I just hope that I can find some Tech

Can you mail it?

Can you send the pills in a box when it drop?

I ran up two mil in my room off a drop

I don't like nobody

I don't like to talk

Come through shooting at everybody

We gon' clear the block

Had to cut some people off

I knew niggas was flaw

Had to cut that bitch off

I ain't even stealing his song

Must be ranch, niggas be stealing my swag, stealing my sauce

Speaking of swag, just might get some Chromeheart out the mall

Look at these racks

Playing around with the money like I ball

Fucking a slut

Had to tell her thank you, using her jaw

We got the ma'fucking beams on the guns lil niggas connecting the dots

I gotta watch for the ma'fucking fiends I know that the block is hot

I told her come to the back of the pent she taking her panties off

Yea yea

Don't care what I got, as long as I'm getting it off nigga

Yea yea

AMG on my damn exhaust nigga

Yea yea

Yea yea

I'm the, yea yea

I'm the fucking band man

Yea yea

I just did my damn dance

Yea yea

My boy bring that choppa out

On ya boy

Yea yea

Please don't try to fuck around

You gon' be a dead man

I just made my bitch do a god damn handstand

And this money tall as can be

It's like ten ten

I just hope that I don't take no test

I'm gon' fail it

I just hope that I can find some Tech

Can you mail it?

Can you send the pills in a box when it drops?

I ran up two mil in my room off a drop

I don't like nobody

I don't like to talk

Come through shooting at everybody

We gon' clear the block