Yerrr Lyrics

Yeah, hell of a feeling that dirty bread clean bands just can't compare

Team full of schemes that Easter pink for my youngins up in the air

Fuck the bitch once might delete her I don't need her

I don't keep her I get busy out here

Back against the wall fuck em all never stall you gon ball or is you scared?

Yeah, hell of a feeling that dirty bread clean bands just can't compare

Team full of schemes that Easter pink for my youngins up in the air

Fuck the bitch once might delete her I don't need her

I don't keep her I get busy out here

Back against the wall fuck em all never stall you gon ball or is you scared?

Run it up, with all my young motherfuckers it don't make sense if it don't, double up

Blow gas I don't pass pour a three in a tea it don't, bubble up

Love to see a bad bitch on me somersault on my dick bitch fuck it up

I be getting to the bread every day of the month, and I ain't taking off

Six bands in my pocket trying to make a flip

No shopping unless we cop more motherfucking zips

I don't really give a fuck if it ain't profiting

I dog a bitch raw and I don't do that condom shit

I'm off pills staring at my bills pondering

I cut em off I don't show no acknowledgment

You see me stance on snakes is abolish it

I'm smoking dope getting neck and she polish it

I'm top dog dominant with this money shit bitch

I'm Tom Brady quarterback bro set the blitz

I'm getting to it getting to it fuck the government

Says who who says I ain't running shit

I got motherfucking bands to put out the hit

Bands make her dance xans make her suck dick

I got plans to fall off but get damn rich

Got scars I just broke off the bandage

Got dogs in the can straight bandits RIP my scums died off the fet Xanax

Shit real in the scum could be ya man next

That's why I live to the fullest pourin up to Retch

Making plays playing Albee popping percocets

All my bitches is a mess but got that wet wet

I know killers did it off the cigarette wet

None of my bitches got respect but all of my bitches in check

All of my youngins bout wreck all of my youngins on go

All of my youngins move dope

Yeah all of my bros out control all my motherfuckers cold

All of my bros they know all of these hoes could go

All of these motherfuckers fake

I don't give a fuck about none I'ma let shit be known

How you talking heavy and I ain't never heard ya

I'm a back seat boy providing too service

Put bands on the motherfucking flip

And my only wish is that it double up like turner

Run this shit up YE on the come up NJSG motherfuckers don't want it

I've seen dope dreams turn to a hustle, fucking with me set you up in the garden

Yeah, hell of a feeling that dirty bread clean bands just can't compare

Team full of schemes that Easter pink for my youngins up in the air

Fuck the bitch once might delete her

I don't need her I don't keep her I get busy out here

Back against the wall fuck em all never stall you gon ball or is you scared?

Yeah, hell of a feeling that dirty bread clean bands just can't compare

Team full of schemes that Easter pink for my youngins up in the air

Fuck the bitch once might delete her

I don't need her I don't keep her I get busy out here

Back against the wall fuck em all never stall you gon ball or is you scared?