"Yea Yea" lyrics
(feat. Rob49 & Veeze)
The biggest
The greatest gang of all time in the building
Stupid ass nigga
Gang, gang
That boy streams in the trenches, nigga
This shit like Plaqueboymax
I don't know a lot of rappers who done got shit tapped
I done spent ten thousand on this denim, nigga, and I ain't cap
Every nigga who'd play with this shit done got tapped
Perc bussin', hoes fuckin', let her stand by me, she lucky
New ho bad like Lauren London, teachin' a ho how to get some money
I been inside stackin' this whole winter, I'm turnin' up the summer
When I pop out, hoes goin', nigga hatin', hoes fuckin'
So, I've been jumpin' in my bag, I'm poppin' shit now
I can't be the reason 'group of hoes tryna' stay around
Bussdown V's, bussdown full chain, surround sound
VVS's loud
We sellin' dope, fuck up the price and shut yo' trap down
I got my gang from kingpins, 'never had no crown on
I put the dope on all ours eyes, we doing housecall
Bitch, if you love me how you say, then get 49 somethin'
Made a lot of millions out of mud, ain't go to college for it
That lil' bitch, her throat got brains so good I damn near learned sum'
I know I was fuckin' on that bitch, while you was blunt dropping
Broke ass nigga be hatin', sendin' tweets, he on his mama couch
I just passed some girl, to that girl, now her nose snotty
Once we get the lo' on this smoke, nigga you can't dodge it
I just fucked a bitch on 'first night, bought her inventory
(Pop it)
(Hit up pronto) (Fasho)
Once I get the lo' on nigga ho, gotta hit up pronto (Fasho)
Heard nigga hollerin' 'bout, oh yea, it's smoke, bitch, I ain't have smoke
I was out sellin' weed, (I'm tricklin' it cheap?), but my uncle sell soap
Pockets full of some blue like, nigga 'had to tell a ho I'm not loaded
Yea, she found out 'nigga was lame, that's why she left
Yea, in the trenches like 'gorilla, beat my chest
Yea, out the projects, all I know is murder, sex
Yea, thought I reached my peak, (I ain't ditched it yet)
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, nigga yea
Yea, yea, nigga yea
The biggest, the biggest
Yeah
I got a bitch from LA, tryna do her best for me
My pockets full of dead nigga tell 'em rest in peace
I put the Beamer in sport mode, nobody catching me
It's hella' ratchet hoes tryna' suck me, take my energy
She drunk as fuck, she sippin' pink Whitney, she doing ketamine
I never seen a hundred-dollar bill that wasn't meant for me
I don't pass the weed, only I can smoke in here bitch, this my BNB
I hit her, then I hit her twin sister, we shooting trilogies
All my drinks be chill as fuck, it's over ice
Ghost a lame bitch, just like a Poltergiest
They watchin' all my mixtapes, nigga Oprah sight
She ain't fucked a young nigga, she used to older guys
The greatest gang of all time in the building
Stupid ass nigga
Gang, gang
That boy streams in the trenches, nigga
This shit like Plaqueboymax
I don't know a lot of rappers who done got shit tapped
I done spent ten thousand on this denim, nigga, and I ain't cap
Every nigga who'd play with this shit done got tapped
Perc bussin', hoes fuckin', let her stand by me, she lucky
New ho bad like Lauren London, teachin' a ho how to get some money
I been inside stackin' this whole winter, I'm turnin' up the summer
When I pop out, hoes goin', nigga hatin', hoes fuckin'
So, I've been jumpin' in my bag, I'm poppin' shit now
I can't be the reason 'group of hoes tryna' stay around
Bussdown V's, bussdown full chain, surround sound
VVS's loud
We sellin' dope, fuck up the price and shut yo' trap down
I got my gang from kingpins, 'never had no crown on
I put the dope on all ours eyes, we doing housecall
Bitch, if you love me how you say, then get 49 somethin'
Made a lot of millions out of mud, ain't go to college for it
That lil' bitch, her throat got brains so good I damn near learned sum'
I know I was fuckin' on that bitch, while you was blunt dropping
Broke ass nigga be hatin', sendin' tweets, he on his mama couch
I just passed some girl, to that girl, now her nose snotty
Once we get the lo' on this smoke, nigga you can't dodge it
I just fucked a bitch on 'first night, bought her inventory
(Pop it)
(Hit up pronto) (Fasho)
Once I get the lo' on nigga ho, gotta hit up pronto (Fasho)
Heard nigga hollerin' 'bout, oh yea, it's smoke, bitch, I ain't have smoke
I was out sellin' weed, (I'm tricklin' it cheap?), but my uncle sell soap
Pockets full of some blue like, nigga 'had to tell a ho I'm not loaded
Yea, she found out 'nigga was lame, that's why she left
Yea, in the trenches like 'gorilla, beat my chest
Yea, out the projects, all I know is murder, sex
Yea, thought I reached my peak, (I ain't ditched it yet)
Yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, nigga yea
Yea, yea, nigga yea
The biggest, the biggest
Yeah
I got a bitch from LA, tryna do her best for me
My pockets full of dead nigga tell 'em rest in peace
I put the Beamer in sport mode, nobody catching me
It's hella' ratchet hoes tryna' suck me, take my energy
She drunk as fuck, she sippin' pink Whitney, she doing ketamine
I never seen a hundred-dollar bill that wasn't meant for me
I don't pass the weed, only I can smoke in here bitch, this my BNB
I hit her, then I hit her twin sister, we shooting trilogies
All my drinks be chill as fuck, it's over ice
Ghost a lame bitch, just like a Poltergiest
They watchin' all my mixtapes, nigga Oprah sight
She ain't fucked a young nigga, she used to older guys
