Testo Yeah Yeah - Trap Dickey feat. Boosie Badazz
Testo della canzone Yeah Yeah (Trap Dickey feat. Boosie Badazz), tratta dall'album Yeah Yeah
IMixNation for real (Denny, what you cookin' mane?)
They gotta understand I don't like games, I don't do too much playin' (too much playin')
Three little boys, three little girls, nigga, I'm a grown ass man (boom)
Menace to society, I run the skreets, that's where I stand (where I stand)
Chest poked out, standin' on ten toes, bitch, what you sayin'?
I raised a lotta shooters, they beside me, they not under me
Cross tracks legend throwin' fours what they gonna be
So run, yeah (boom), got some hitters up there across the creek
And they gon' gun, yeah (and they gun)
Before I bought the J's up on my feet, we bought some guns, yeah (trap)
Rappin' just for fun, yeah
A certified member, plus my heart cold like December
And I'm runnin' with some killers (boom)
If I slide, I know they with me, traumatized from all this killin' (this killin')
People still call us the hitters, couple snakes and they got venom (boom)
Skreets cold for real
I'm in the hood, I know the fiends they gon' tell where you live (where you live)
Heard them LA boys come around the corner, all they know is drill
Niggas killin' who you love (who you love)
Paranoid from homicides, you faded out, you full of drugs (gang)
Put you in a gang, big homie changed, he ain't tell you what it was
Bodies drop, they full of slugs, hollow tips for runner-up
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine (boom), thuggin' on the north
These niggas actin' like I ain't outside
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' .45's, my brother aim legit, and he won't miss, he carry both .9's
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine, thuggin' on the north
These niggas actin' like I ain't outside (boom)
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' .45's, my brother aim legit, and he won't miss, he carry both .9's
Bitch I'm 'bout mine, ain't gotta talk mine, it's up in black and white, I sling iron
Really don't mind, I'll shoot you black and white, that south side
Streets I was raised, I bled 'em every night, stop signs
Runnin' right through 'em, they tryna take our life, we baptized
But we ain't said prayers, I'm 'bout a thousand nights
Duckin' mama 'cause mama know we ain't livin' right
I put that purple in my Sprite, it turned to murder overnight
The money got to comin' in, I had a purpose overnight
Me and my uncle whippin' soft up in the loft (yeah)
40K made off cocaine 'fore set it off
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside, courtside, iced up, two .9's
I'm a million dollar nigga still in the club throwin' gang signs
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine, thuggin' on the north (Denny, what you cookin' mane?)
These niggas actin' like I ain't outside
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' .45's, my brother aim legit, and he won't miss, he carry both .9's
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine
Credits
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Travis Mark' Anthony Dickey
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