(Intro)
Yeah
And three, by the way (huh)
Shit don’t stop..
Whole lotta yellow in this mother fucker
We grinched out (hmm)
We ain't getting no job
((And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube))
(Chorus)
I’m in the coupe yeah that’s me in the G
Give me that mata, it sound like a beat box
Told me he trappin he stuck on a re-
I walk around wit a bag not a big knot
Gdow pow pow lil nigga we don’t kick box
Internet thug get blocked from the block
Bro locked down with a lock in his sock
Free the whole gang from up top
(Uhh. Uhh. Yeah. Yeah.)
(Verse 1)
Free the whole G, they was banging the G
Yellow Rain 3 make it pour on the streets
Dior demon got you right on my feet
T-L-C she got a man, i’ma creep
Two-K twenty-one wicked, yellow bad bitch light picky (uhh uhh)
Never geeked up for a mission
Too much I’m a really risk it (yeah yeah)
I ride around with a ooda maneuver
Got me a coupe and she want me to scuba
Dive in that pussy, I pass you to Buddha
That loser was never a loser, been throwing up dub since a junior
You ain't gone shoot lil nigga, then pass it
You ain't gone trap lil nigga, don’t bag it
Natural bread nigga, don’t snap it. Cap it
O-I-P nigga the mother fuckin captain
I was out serving that crunch (uh huh)
While that lil boy tried to stunt (uh huh)
Now that fuck boy in the blunt (uh huh. Yeah. Yeah)
Y-S-L bro want to be a gunner
I tried to show the bro the business
But he rather run up and done em
Don’t be calling my personal phone if it’s about business
I ain't kidding
Feds be watching, pick us like cotton
Cuz jail the closest thing (to what), to us picking cotton (uhh)
Slave mentality, back to reality
I went to win on my own and they mad at me
Die for my people, I know they gone blast for me
From the big apple, the core was rotten
Hoping the work [?]
Fast money got me wanting it moved
Rainin on my fellow yellows
Whole life know we done poured (yeah)
(Chorus)
I’m in the coupe yeah that’s me in the G
Give me that mata, it sound like a beat box
Told me he trappin, he stuck on a re-
I walk around wit a bag, not a big knot
Gdow pow pow, lil nigga we don’t kick box
Internet thug get blocked from the block
Bro locked down with a lock in his sock
Free the whole gang from up top
(Outro)
Yeah
And three, by the way (huh)
Shit don’t stop..
Whole lotta yellow in this mother fucker
We grinched out (hmm)
We ain't getting no job
((And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube))
(Chorus)
I’m in the coupe yeah that’s me in the G
Give me that mata, it sound like a beat box
Told me he trappin he stuck on a re-
I walk around wit a bag not a big knot
Gdow pow pow lil nigga we don’t kick box
Internet thug get blocked from the block
Bro locked down with a lock in his sock
Free the whole gang from up top
(Uhh. Uhh. Yeah. Yeah.)
(Verse 1)
Free the whole G, they was banging the G
Yellow Rain 3 make it pour on the streets
Dior demon got you right on my feet
T-L-C she got a man, i’ma creep
Two-K twenty-one wicked, yellow bad bitch light picky (uhh uhh)
Never geeked up for a mission
Too much I’m a really risk it (yeah yeah)
I ride around with a ooda maneuver
Got me a coupe and she want me to scuba
Dive in that pussy, I pass you to Buddha
That loser was never a loser, been throwing up dub since a junior
You ain't gone shoot lil nigga, then pass it
You ain't gone trap lil nigga, don’t bag it
Natural bread nigga, don’t snap it. Cap it
O-I-P nigga the mother fuckin captain
I was out serving that crunch (uh huh)
While that lil boy tried to stunt (uh huh)
Now that fuck boy in the blunt (uh huh. Yeah. Yeah)
Y-S-L bro want to be a gunner
I tried to show the bro the business
But he rather run up and done em
Don’t be calling my personal phone if it’s about business
I ain't kidding
Feds be watching, pick us like cotton
Cuz jail the closest thing (to what), to us picking cotton (uhh)
Slave mentality, back to reality
I went to win on my own and they mad at me
Die for my people, I know they gone blast for me
From the big apple, the core was rotten
Hoping the work [?]
Fast money got me wanting it moved
Rainin on my fellow yellows
Whole life know we done poured (yeah)
(Chorus)
I’m in the coupe yeah that’s me in the G
Give me that mata, it sound like a beat box
Told me he trappin, he stuck on a re-
I walk around wit a bag, not a big knot
Gdow pow pow, lil nigga we don’t kick box
Internet thug get blocked from the block
Bro locked down with a lock in his sock
Free the whole gang from up top
(Outro)
( Four50 )
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