lirik lagu $weet-t & $kid (rapper) - yahmeeners
[intro]
i just woke up
make believe
[verse 1: $weet~t]
your girl seen my chain and they started havin’ ice s~x
unc’ got the custom carti frames made from ibex
chillin’ with my custy scr~pin’ bigs out the pyrex
i got a big gun, i don’t need no big biceps
shorty talkin’ dirty, i’ma take her to the cleaners
unc’ blowin’ up my phone for a couple yahmeeners
jackie really cop weight, she just givin’ them teeners
your freaky~ass squad full of p~ssies and weiners
my migo drop it off, then it’s hasta luego
dutch will drop you off just ’cause i say so
obama got the ‘bows and he know that they fuego
walk around the lab, i just bumped into drеgo
bumpin’ new tracks ’til i’m clutchin’ the draco
ashley doin’ bunks and shе cakin’ her makeup
wake up in the am, start rakin’ the cake up
play with my bread, i’ll pop your top like a cake cup
[verse 2: $kid]
smokin’ presidential pack, obama got the k!ll
i’m in the residential zone sellin’ a lot of pills
new money tree, it cost a lot of bills
touch a diamond on this b~tch, dutch is slidin’ in the bonneville
touch a see of my glasses, get sent to the sky
made him put his bl!ck down, he wasn’t tryna die
my opps at mcdonalds cookin’ the fries
$kid betty crocker, i’m cookin’ the pot
[?] how i’m droppin’ food off
jack two or three fifty, i’ma take two off
i sell more ketamine than the zoo got
darell out of phetamines, i’m off the irgot
irene pickin’ off her face, shorty jumpin’ in place
dope so good, they thought it was laced
dope so good, i keep sellin’ the paste
on the play keep a hanger so it don’t go to waste
[verse 3: $weet~t]
lemon cherry got me lookin’ like xi jinping
unc’ pressed the fetty pills like it’s plugged from beijing
what you finna do about it? not a godd~mn thing
i’ll let the forty kick before you see me swing
new trigger on the glock, it sensitive to touch
that lil’ ho all you, we just keepin’ in touch
the opps know my lo’, but they ain’t never try much
it’s a sign on the gauge that say “beware of dutch”
i got my hands in everything, just like a masuse
i’m on the phone with j woll while he bunk the babuse
unc’ doin’ bumps and he bump a papuse
reach for this chain and get put in a noose
makin’ rap songs while i’m cleanin’ my pistol
ashy sniffin’ powder while she plays with the crystals
darell smokin’ crystals while i manbag the powder
your b~tch wish she mine, but i don’t know nothin’ ’bout her
[verse 4: $kid]
k chain on while she sparklin’ glittee
when my fiends ain’t got it, they shakes and the shivers
askin’ for a front, gettin’ left undelivered
i drink a hundred pints of lean, i need a new liver
a hundred grams on me, that’s just one lil’ play
new work in every other day
my youngin pop perc 10 ten times a day
irene’s lil’ bumps covered a design on the tray
four nine plays, that’s the whole block
my fiends blowin’ up my phone, my fans tellin’ me to drop
your b~tch blowin’ my dong ’til i tell her to stop
we hit your mans up top for what he’s tellin’ the cops
if you need a couple squares, you gotta get in with me
fat~ass opps can’t even fit in a lease
wood~grain chop like i’m choppin’ a tree
i don’t wanna hit your b~tch, i heard she pack a disease
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