Free Yatta

(álbum: Fake Famous - 2017)

[Mozzy:]
Gang related shit on your stupid ass
Check the scoreboard nigga, do the math
The homie put me on I was doing bad
I told him when I whip it I'm a a flip it and shoot it back
You don't know what to do with that I'm tooting and moving packs
Death before designer on my mama I'm true to that
We don't fuck with suckas, niggas know we ain't bool with that
It's how automatic goes when you see him just do him that

[Yatta:]
We still holdin this shit
Need some hoes in your whip
You niggas ain't eatin there's a whole in your whip
When the feds find this load they probly pose with this shit
My pops money I'm lil money
Got a nose for this shit

We still holdin this shit
Need some hoes in your whip
You niggas ain't eatin there's a whole in your whip
When the feds find this load they probly pose with this shit
My pops money I'm lil money
Got a nose for this shit

Niggas ain't kill shit
Nigga pipe done
Claiming shit you ain't did, got him knocked down
Police search the school house, had to drop out
If you was in my shoes you probly cop out
Hop out, bodies drop every time we pop out
Loud mouth, talking shit that you was really not bout
Where was dude, the homies knocking on the door locked out
The homie told on the homie came in the bullpen got socked out
Bitch pay me, bitch pay me bring the guap out
We ain't changing, with the age we getting top down
Chain swangin, we misplacing and not found
It ain't gravy, it's the navy bring them chops out

[Mozzy:]
Ridin with that sewer rat
You gon' get your noodles whacked
Slithered through that motherfucker once and double U-y back
Selling dope over here, fuck around and lose your sack
I see you niggas strapped up, fuck you finna do with that
Guala on the wood ten to four, never shoot a crap
And I'd give up everything I own to bring my shooter back
Me no pussy boy, you'll die for assuming that
Gangwar finna press play we resuming that
All them niggas bootsy, you a goofy for saluting that
You know the nigga told, you seen the paperwork and proof in that
Roll the windows up we got it cloudy we polluted that
Lotta lotta dope smoke and I'm sipping glue with that
A little measly ten thousand in a Gucci bag
She just wanna fuck me then pay me for a Louie bag
She just wanna fuck me then pay me for a Louie bag
Probably trynna line me up, fuck is all my shooters at

[Yatta:]
We still holdin this shit
Need some hoes in your whip
You niggas ain't eatin there's a whole in your whip
When the feds find this load they probly pose with this shit
My pops money I'm lil money
Got a nose for this shit

We still holdin this shit
Need some hoes in your whip
You niggas ain't eatin there's a whole in your whip
When the feds find this load they probly pose with this shit
My pops money I'm lil money
Got a nose for this shit