Yellow Tape

Wait a second, wait a minute

Don't compare me to them other ****

Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson

I'm 'bout to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance

Where the real friends at when you really need 'em?

When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em

All by my lonely, lonely

What happened to the bitches and the party?

A hundred bottles, that was every weekend

Bitches bottled up in my crib like a Colosseum

After 3 A.M., you know we getting freaky

Hella one night stands, bitches catching feelings

Tired of fake loving, fake Hollywood ain't about shit

Fake gang banging and claiming to pop shit

Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, stop it

Soo Woo, been a ****, been about it

And if it's my time to go, I'm taking e'rybody

Don't care, my ****, we shooting anybody

And if it ain't your business, ****, don't worry about it

I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me

But where they at tonight? Got a hundred rounds on me

I think I had it up to here, my ****

You know your killers, they fear my ****

So, what you tryna, tryna do, tryna, tryna do?

Dancing round the issue

Bitch, you know you running out of moves

I keep it real my ****

This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil', my ****

Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my ****

Got the mic, life a horror movie, feel like Thriller

Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid

Won't help you make no money, but I bet they help you spend it

Had a meeting with the Devil last week

Couldn't believe what he said to me

Here, take this contract, signature please

You can have it all, but you know your soul I'ma keep

Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes

Battling my demons, I'm the only one who see

I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed

I bet that Hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah

Two feet off the ground, whoa, why am I living here?

Up and down, up and down, down

I think I might drown from my tears

I cry 'cause my opinion sold

Too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here

Wanna forget, Russian Roulette with the pistol

Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it takes

Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, stand behind the yellow tape

Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it takes

Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, stand behind the yellow tape

Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it takes

Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape

Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot

Stand behind the yellow tape

Wonder if God got a sense of humor

I hope you know that he can see all the shit you doing

Now I'ma sinner, but I hope that he still listen to me

Temptation and fornication, he know I love the pussy

Misdirection with no connection, ain't no substance

She just wanna fuck, whatever happened to us love making?

You don't wanna be in the club when you were all lady

And I know that I'm too fucked up to love my own lady

Ain't gon' lie, every **** cheat

Fronting like they popping bottles, all these **** cheap

Me, I'm standing on my wallet, it don't mean I ain't lonely

In the hills all the way up, over X, end at the bottom

You know I ain't gotta flex, ****, know I got it

Chain cost a quarter mil', for me, that's a couple dollars

Sayin', "Fuck it", taking porn stars to Benihana's

What's the point of rock and rolling without the gun powder?

Had a meeting with the Devil last week

Couldn't believe what he said to me

Here, take this contract, signature please

You can have it all, but you know your soul I'ma keep

Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes

Battling my demons, I'm the only one who see

I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed

I bet that Hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah

Two feet off the ground, whoa, why am I living here?

Up and down, up and down, down

I think I might drown from my tears

I cry 'cause my opinion sold

Too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here

Wanna forget, Russian Roulette with the pistol

Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it takes

Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, stand behind the yellow tape

Bang, bang, bang, man, that's all it takes

Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, stand behind the yellow tape

Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it takes

Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape

Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot

Stand behind the yellow tape