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Yellow Tape

[Verse 1]

What you say? Wait a minute

Dont compare me to them other niggas

Devil hater, Smith & Wesson

I'm about to go to war, gon' pleasure bitches

Where the real friends at when you really need 'em

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

I got my own lane, lonely

What happen to the bitches in the party

A 100 bottles that was every week-end

Bitches by to view my crib, I don't call to see em

At the 3am you know we getting freaky

Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings[Bridge]

Too all the fake lovin

Fake hollywood, fake passion

Fake gang bang, when they climb on the pole and shit

Fake titties and cocaine and all this pussy

I be cryin'

[Verse 2]

Too up in it, need to bring a bottle

And if it's my time to go I'm takin' everybody

Don't care my nigga we shootin' anybody

And if it ain't your girl nigga don't worry about it

I hear em talking down on me, down on me

But where they at when I ain't got a 100 rounds on me

I think I had enough to hear about 'em niggas

You know your killers they feel my niggas

So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do

Dancing around the issue

Bitch you know you're running out of moves

I keep it real my nigga

This Richard mille hella clear cost a mil my nigga

Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel my nigga

Back the mic got the [?] we can feel like thriller

Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid

But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it

[Bridge]

Had a meeting with the devil last week

Couldn't believe what he said to me

To take this contract, signature please

You can have it all, but you know your soul is the key

Bella, bella yeah you know we come in threes

Bet I never did this, I'm the only one who sees

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

I think the hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy[Verse 3]

2 feet off the ground, oh oh, like

Why am I living ill ?

Up and down, up and down

I think I might drown on my tear, I cry

Just molly and soda

Too many tears, I'm thinking about ending here

Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol[Chorus]

Bang, Bang, Bang

Hear the siren say

Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo

Get behind the yellow tape

Bang, Bang, Bang

Hear the siren say

Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo

Get behind the yellow tape

Bang, Bang, Bang

Hear the siren say

Don't shoot, don't shoot

Get behind the yellow tape

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

Get behind the yellow tape[Verse 4]

Wonder if god got a sense of humour

I hope you know, he can see all the shit you doin'

My mama said no matter how old he still listen to me

Taking temptation with fornication

You know I love the pussy

Mister assume theres no connection, it was all assumptions

She just wanna fuck

Whatever happened to us love making

You don't wanna be in the club

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