Yea (feat. FBLMANNY)

Yea

Yea, yea, yea

Yea

Yea, yea, yea

(Mmh)

Yea, yea, yea

(Mmh)

(Mmh, mmh, mhm)

I made it out, they can't put the cameras down

Freaky bitch, she in the club, tryna write her number down

Car came with a button, I'm ready to turn a **** channel down

Can't help her performance, I'm in the studio tryna perfect this sound

You put it on?

Yea

You got your gun?

Yea

You the type to sank-out, spend 100 in a month?

Yea

You 'bout your funds?

Yea

Oh you the one?

Yea

Oh you done made it out, so the haters can't tell you nun

(Can't tell you shit)

Wake up any day, take a vacay, feel the sun

I done gave the bitch the chance, she been tryna snipe me down for months

Crash, it taste like Crunchy Munch

Pour trissy wishy in my punch

You're wishy-washy, you came around, I kept my distance ever since

Hm, go get fly and push a load

Chase the bag, don't chase these hoes

They gon' fall right in yo hands 'cus they be digging for the gold

**** glorifying rats, these **** broke the code

**** took my brother, I'm getting back, I'm feeling like I'm door

I made it out, they can't put the cameras down

Freaky bitch, she in the club, tryna write her number down

Car came with a button, I'm ready to turn a **** channel down

Can't help her performance, I'm in the studio tryna perfect this sound

You put it on?

Yea

You got your gun?

Yea

You the type to sank-out, spend 100 in a month?

Yea

You 'bout your funds?

Yea

Oh you the one?

Yea

Oh you done made it out, so the haters can't tell you nun

(Can't tell you shit)

Wake up any day, take a vacay, feel the sun

I done gave the bitch the chance, she been tryna snipe me down for months

Crash, it taste like Crunchy Munch

Pour trissy wishy in my punch

You're wishy-washy, you came around, I kept my distance ever since