lirik lagu yak yola - seeing red
[intro: yak yola]
in and out of sh~t
hoppin’ in and out
uh
[refrain: yak yola]
hoppin’ in and out of sh~t, back the foreigns down back to back
caddy truck, cameras everywhere, b~tch, i never lack
hundred hundreds in my bankroll
three days, same clothes
this new money, trust me, if it’s not, i don’t change clothes
hoppin’ in and out of sh~t, back the foreigns down back to back
caddy truck, cameras everywhere, b~tch, i never lack
hundred hundreds in my bankroll
three days, same clothes
this new money, trust me, if it’s not, i don’t change clothes
[verse 1: yak yola]
cold case, shoot him in his sh~t, uh, case closed
bust down, stones everywhеre, b~tch, chain froze
big body huggin’ both lanes, it’s comin’ both ways
morе grindin’, i been playin’ less and now i’m more paid
[chorus: yak yola]
uh~huh
they, they like, “yak, i hope you grindin’,” i’m like, “uh~huh”
b~tch, i make my shooters spin your block ’til the law come
then i make ’em spin again soon as the law gone
wave that tec and watch ’em scatter just like roaches, they gon’ all run
uh~huh
they, they like, “yak, i hope you grindin’,” i’m like, “uh~huh”
b~tch, i make my shooters spin your block ’til the law come
then i make ’em spin again soon as the law gone
wave that tec and watch ’em scatter just like roaches—
[verse 2: yak yola & doe boy]
ayy, b~tch, i been that n~gga, uh, every since i left the porch
mom told me up my grade, b~tch, i was tryna up the torch
i wasn’t runnin’ ’round no hall, i was tryna up the score
she think i’m thinkin’ with my d~ck, i wasn’t worryin’ ’bout no ho (doe beezy, let’s go)
[verse 3: doe boy]
uh, come through spinnin’ back to back (buh, buh, buh)
shoot this b~tch like kobe, then i pass the bl!ck to baby shaq (buh, buh, buh, buh)
countin’ up these stacks, f~ck around and have the rack attack (racks, racks, racks, rack)
we let choppers clap, b~tch, i let these f~ckin’ rappers rap (you think i’m playin’?)
grab the stick from yak, uh, finna hit the opp block (grrah)
she outside, you get your mother shot, you sweet, b~tterscotch (grrah)
hundreds in this mop and i got a hundred in my chop (let’s go)
i put thirty on my glock and i put thirty on your top, ho (oh, really?)
boss man beezy, i live like i’m el chapo (doe beezy)
tryna put the play down, i don’t trust her, i’ll pop a ho (buh, buh, buh, buh)
beezy on your ass, let your partners know (buh, buh, buh, buh)
you jump in this beef, you dead, geronimo, let choppers go, uh (oh, really?)
[chorus: yak yola]
uh~huh
they, they like, “yak, i hope you grindin’,” i’m like, “uh~huh”
b~tch, i make my shooters spin your block ’til the law come
then i make ’em spin again soon as the law gone
wave that tec and watch ’em scatter just like roaches, they gon’ all run
uh~huh
they, they like, “yak, i hope you grindin’,” i’m like, “uh~huh”
b~tch, i make my shooters spin your block ’til the law come
then i make ’em spin again soon as the law gone
wave that tec and watch ’em scatter just like roaches, they gon’ all run
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