Yayo
[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on, [?] I would crash out
My next bitch [?] cash out
Used to walk to the mall, now the dope boys cash out
Draco, I'm feeling like the man now
See I'm that n***a like I got pulled out of class, I just stand out
[?] my hands out
Talk crazy, 'til i fucked her, now she say nun'
Ain't got a problem, I don't [?] time
I guess it's pimpin, I be getting money from hoes, and hey ain't even mind
I don't believe in karma, 'cause I'd be dead
Fucking these hoes, but never sleep inside they bed
[?] 'bout money, I was running through my head
I really move around the city like I'm running from the feds
These hoes love me, I'm a smooth criminal and they know it
I fucked her good, she all on me like lotion
I'm in the hood everyday, still don't notice
[?] type to show it
[?] the draco, I'm in a hurry
N***as saying they gon' kill me, I'm like [?]
Bitch tryna have my baby, don't even know me, just my music
[?] catch me up, I'ma tell them I ain't do it
Where my dawgs at? Real [?]
Tell the bitch I love her, never call back
N***a, you all cap
[?]
I'm in TSA with the racks on me
They caught me rushing to the yayo, so pulled up with the drac [?]
[?]
[?] cliqued up against [?]
[?] bullet for theyself, tryna throw some forward
[?] that's what n***as [?] do
They should've stayed in school
I ain't nothing like you
I was born in this shit, [?] so good at this shit
[?] too hood for a bitch
Man, shit gon' get better, my dawg
[?] money, I need an extra large
You like 200 rounds deep, riding in tinted cars
Yo' mans would still be alive, if y'all wouldn't have put him on the charge
He would still be alive right now if n***as ain't gassed him up
He ain't even use his blick, going out sad as fuck
[?] truck
[?] hit your ass with that blicky and dap you up
[Verse 2: BandGang Javar]
In the mall with more V's than an immigrent
I've been fucking with that [?] pick up shit
Got three stores in, then we had to dip
[?] look Mexican
Oh, you thought I was going in the store?
I'm more like a bouncer, I be waiting by the door
You more like [?], never see you though
Worth chicken, I fucked up went vegan on these hoes
N***as crack me up
I was cliquing up after they got beat up
[?] up
Especially when it come to what I got put up
We the reason ain't no room in the morg
Should've been a passter, send shit to the lord
Turn [?]
Catch him by the trash can while he doing his chores
Rush, rush to the [?]
I buy the [?]
Rush, rush [?] P P P
[?] when I push through [?]
Come on, [?] I would crash out
My next bitch [?] cash out
Used to walk to the mall, now the dope boys cash out
Draco, I'm feeling like the man now
See I'm that n***a like I got pulled out of class, I just stand out
[?] my hands out
Talk crazy, 'til i fucked her, now she say nun'
Ain't got a problem, I don't [?] time
I guess it's pimpin, I be getting money from hoes, and hey ain't even mind
I don't believe in karma, 'cause I'd be dead
Fucking these hoes, but never sleep inside they bed
[?] 'bout money, I was running through my head
I really move around the city like I'm running from the feds
These hoes love me, I'm a smooth criminal and they know it
I fucked her good, she all on me like lotion
I'm in the hood everyday, still don't notice
[?] type to show it
[?] the draco, I'm in a hurry
N***as saying they gon' kill me, I'm like [?]
Bitch tryna have my baby, don't even know me, just my music
[?] catch me up, I'ma tell them I ain't do it
Where my dawgs at? Real [?]
Tell the bitch I love her, never call back
N***a, you all cap
[?]
I'm in TSA with the racks on me
They caught me rushing to the yayo, so pulled up with the drac [?]
[?]
[?] cliqued up against [?]
[?] bullet for theyself, tryna throw some forward
[?] that's what n***as [?] do
They should've stayed in school
I ain't nothing like you
I was born in this shit, [?] so good at this shit
[?] too hood for a bitch
Man, shit gon' get better, my dawg
[?] money, I need an extra large
You like 200 rounds deep, riding in tinted cars
Yo' mans would still be alive, if y'all wouldn't have put him on the charge
He would still be alive right now if n***as ain't gassed him up
He ain't even use his blick, going out sad as fuck
[?] truck
[?] hit your ass with that blicky and dap you up
[Verse 2: BandGang Javar]
In the mall with more V's than an immigrent
I've been fucking with that [?] pick up shit
Got three stores in, then we had to dip
[?] look Mexican
Oh, you thought I was going in the store?
I'm more like a bouncer, I be waiting by the door
You more like [?], never see you though
Worth chicken, I fucked up went vegan on these hoes
N***as crack me up
I was cliquing up after they got beat up
[?] up
Especially when it come to what I got put up
We the reason ain't no room in the morg
Should've been a passter, send shit to the lord
Turn [?]
Catch him by the trash can while he doing his chores
Rush, rush to the [?]
I buy the [?]
Rush, rush [?] P P P
[?] when I push through [?]