Free Yatta (feat. Yatta)

Gang related shit on your stupid ass

Check the scoreboard, ****, do the math

The homie put me on, I was doin' bad

I told him when I whip it, I'ma flip it and shoot it back

You don't know what to do with that

I'm tootin' and movin' packs

Death before dishonor, on my mama, I'm true to that

We don't fuck with suckas, **** know we ain't bool with that

It's how automatic goes, and when you fiends is doin' that

We still holdin' this shit, leave some holes in your whip

You **** ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

Let the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit

We still holdin' this shit, leave some holes in your whip

You **** ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

Let the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit

**** ain't kill shit, ****, pipe down

Claimin' shit you ain't did, got him knocked down

Police search the school house, had to drop out

If you was in my shoes, you probably cop out

Hop out, bodies drop every time we pop out

Loud mouth, talkin' shit that you was really not 'bout

Where was dude? The homie's knockin' on the door, locked out

The homie told on the homie, came in the bullpen, got socked out

Bitch, pay me, bitch, pay me, bring the guap out

Lane ain't changin', with an Asian , gettin' top down

Chain swangin', we misplace 'em and not found

It ain't gravy, it's the Navy, bring them chops out

Ridin' with that sewer rat, you gon' get you noodles whacked

Slithered through that motherfucker once and double U-y back

Sellin' dope over here, fuck around and lose your sack

I see you **** strapped up, fuck you finna do with that?

Guala on the wood, ten to four, never shoot a crap

And I'd give up everything I own to bring my shooter back

Me no pussy, boy, you'll die for assumin' that

Gang war finna press play, we resumin' that

All them **** booty, you a goofy for salutin' that

You know the **** told you, you seen the paperwork and proof in that

Roll the windows up, we got it cloudy, we polluted that

Lotta, lotta dope smoke and I'm sippin' glue with that

A lil' measly ten-thousand in a Gucci bag

She just wanna fuck me, then pay me for a Louis bag

She just wanna fuck me, then pay me for a Louis bag

Probably tryna line me up, fuck is all my shooter at?

We still holdin' this shit, leave some holes in your whip

You **** ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

Let the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit

We still holdin' this shit, leave some holes in your whip

You **** ain't eatin', there's a hole in your lip

Let the feds find this load, they probably pose with this shit

My pops money, I'm lil' money, got a nose for this shit