"YELLOW" lyrics
Mmm
(Mazi, what did you do?)
Smokin' out a pound, I'ma serve a ten
Sippin' on this pint, I got this medicine
Shorty is a freak and she gon' bring a friend
Nigga, it don't never end
Never land, watch me Peter Pan
Uh, y'all don't understand
I can't see through the tints on the chocolate Benz
I just count up my money, I love rubber bands
I can't cool niggas down, so I need a fan (Mmm)
Off the Perkies, I can barely stand
When I sip my Styrofoam, it make me do my dance
Mad 'cause I thought I lost my phone, but it was in my hand
Thought I lost my Glock, but it was in my pants
I ain't sign to no damn label, I don't need advance
She said she love me, I ain't even gave the bitch no chance
Nigga, watch me get it back
When the music stop, we headin' to the trap
I be on the corner tryna get a pack
Sippin' on some codeine, it make me relax, ah
The Urus color yellow, that's one expensive taxi
Shorty tryna text me, I think she wanna smash me
I'm runnin' numbers on my phone, man, I feel just like an athlete
I deal with bitches all the time, man, I used to them be sassy
And anyways the bitch is finer, I think her name was Ashley
She said she wanna make designer and then your shorty flashed me
I'm in the Cullinan, it got a lot of space up in the backseat
Feel like I'm fallin' out the mansion, I need someone to catch me
I call my 'migo perfect deal, so he never finna tax me
I do not talk to no broke nigga, 'cause so please just roll right past me (Ah)
She said she love when I drive fast and I just love just makin' cash
Too many bitches from the past tryna see just what I have
I said we tryna cook a jag and we mixin' in the lab
And shorty love drugs, that's a red flag
(Mazi, what did you do?)
Smokin' out a pound, I'ma serve a ten
Sippin' on this pint, I got this medicine
Shorty is a freak and she gon' bring a friend
Nigga, it don't never end
Never land, watch me Peter Pan
Uh, y'all don't understand
I can't see through the tints on the chocolate Benz
I just count up my money, I love rubber bands
I can't cool niggas down, so I need a fan (Mmm)
Off the Perkies, I can barely stand
When I sip my Styrofoam, it make me do my dance
Mad 'cause I thought I lost my phone, but it was in my hand
Thought I lost my Glock, but it was in my pants
I ain't sign to no damn label, I don't need advance
She said she love me, I ain't even gave the bitch no chance
Nigga, watch me get it back
When the music stop, we headin' to the trap
I be on the corner tryna get a pack
Sippin' on some codeine, it make me relax, ah
The Urus color yellow, that's one expensive taxi
Shorty tryna text me, I think she wanna smash me
I'm runnin' numbers on my phone, man, I feel just like an athlete
I deal with bitches all the time, man, I used to them be sassy
And anyways the bitch is finer, I think her name was Ashley
She said she wanna make designer and then your shorty flashed me
I'm in the Cullinan, it got a lot of space up in the backseat
Feel like I'm fallin' out the mansion, I need someone to catch me
I call my 'migo perfect deal, so he never finna tax me
I do not talk to no broke nigga, 'cause so please just roll right past me (Ah)
She said she love when I drive fast and I just love just makin' cash
Too many bitches from the past tryna see just what I have
I said we tryna cook a jag and we mixin' in the lab
And shorty love drugs, that's a red flag
