Pull up with some big shit, 556 get em done, Shit get heavy on my heart like late at night I weigh a ton, I know a lil bitch that be f*cking but she do that shit for fun
Put some bread up on his top, call me, I'll get it done
Put a switch up on the chop, I'm just waiting for this ass to run
Niggas want fake get into it, let's do it, tell foenem, grab they gun
We be spinnin spankin' shit, we don't go home till we see the sun
Tell this bitch that she gon' suck your dick, or we can't f*ck again
Come here, put this beam on his back and he start running, man
I don't like niggas, I see a opp, so I get my clan
Wade Wilson with the Glock, it slice through niggas like a fan
Nigga can't talk that tough shit, if he ain't never hopped out the V, I be outside
It ain't shit for me to hand his ass a tee
Come around flexing with a pipe, that shit took, that's on my brother
Like the way that she be sucking me, but I can't never love her
Creeping through them blocks, but I'm just looking for a stain
If you can't relate to shit, I say I know you don't know pain
Like bitch, I'm toxic, I know these niggas watching
Lil' bitch, she think that she my wife, I put her on the block list
So you worried about that bitch, go spend them niggas that got your block lit
I'm impatient, soon as I get the lo, I'm trying to go fire it up
Let the switch off, me and bro nem get lost, now my shit hot as f*ck
This bitch bulky, I can't even hide it, I can't even tuck
Slide in traffic, we'll let them have it, Turn that boy to runtz, uh
Let's spend again, tell Retro I'm trying to bend
If you wasn't at Granny House on Holton, then bitch, You ain't my kin
Belt gang, cause we be spanking, paper, only thing I'm chasing
Niggas talking like they on the block, but they shit just be vacant
Hold up, what you doing? I'm that nigga, my name Rell
I'm stepping out by myself, but I call Mar if I need help
Bad lil' hoe, she thick as hell, she still with some Chanel
Can't beef up with y'all pussy niggas, y'all quit your running tail
I got a chunky ass nickle up on me, send his ass to hell
We get to the pape for real, we don't sit in jail
Nigga, we make bail. Belt gang, spanking shit
We know some shit that we can't tell, we on his heels
Spin like the cartel, fill em up with shells
Retro4L - YEA YEA (feat. BG Mdot & YBF Rell) Lyrics
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Pull up with some big shit, 556 get em done, Shit get heavy on my heart like late at night I weigh a ton, I know a lil bitch that be f*cking but she do that shit for fun
Put some bread up on his top, call me, I'll get it done
Put a switch up on the chop, I'm just waiting for this ass to run
Niggas want fake get into it, let's do it, tell foenem, grab they gun
We be spinnin spankin' shit, we don't go home till we see the sun
Tell this bitch that she gon' suck your dick, or we can't f*ck again
Come here, put this beam on his back and he start running, man
I don't like niggas, I see a opp, so I get my clan
Wade Wilson with the Glock, it slice through niggas like a fan
Nigga can't talk that tough shit, if he ain't never hopped out the V, I be outside
It ain't shit for me to hand his ass a tee
Come around flexing with a pipe, that shit took, that's on my brother
Like the way that she be sucking me, but I can't never love her
Creeping through them blocks, but I'm just looking for a stain
If you can't relate to shit, I say I know you don't know pain
Like bitch, I'm toxic, I know these niggas watching
Lil' bitch, she think that she my wife, I put her on the block list
So you worried about that bitch, go spend them niggas that got your block lit
I'm impatient, soon as I get the lo, I'm trying to go fire it up
Let the switch off, me and bro nem get lost, now my shit hot as f*ck
This bitch bulky, I can't even hide it, I can't even tuck
Slide in traffic, we'll let them have it, Turn that boy to runtz, uh
Let's spend again, tell Retro I'm trying to bend
If you wasn't at Granny House on Holton, then bitch, You ain't my kin
Belt gang, cause we be spanking, paper, only thing I'm chasing
Niggas talking like they on the block, but they shit just be vacant
Hold up, what you doing? I'm that nigga, my name Rell
I'm stepping out by myself, but I call Mar if I need help
Bad lil' hoe, she thick as hell, she still with some Chanel
Can't beef up with y'all pussy niggas, y'all quit your running tail
I got a chunky ass nickle up on me, send his ass to hell
We get to the pape for real, we don't sit in jail
Nigga, we make bail. Belt gang, spanking shit
We know some shit that we can't tell, we on his heels
Spin like the cartel, fill em up with shells
Put some bread up on his top, call me, I'll get it done
Put a switch up on the chop, I'm just waiting for this ass to run
Niggas want fake get into it, let's do it, tell foenem, grab they gun
We be spinnin spankin' shit, we don't go home till we see the sun
Tell this bitch that she gon' suck your dick, or we can't f*ck again
Come here, put this beam on his back and he start running, man
I don't like niggas, I see a opp, so I get my clan
Wade Wilson with the Glock, it slice through niggas like a fan
Nigga can't talk that tough shit, if he ain't never hopped out the V, I be outside
It ain't shit for me to hand his ass a tee
Come around flexing with a pipe, that shit took, that's on my brother
Like the way that she be sucking me, but I can't never love her
Creeping through them blocks, but I'm just looking for a stain
If you can't relate to shit, I say I know you don't know pain
Like bitch, I'm toxic, I know these niggas watching
Lil' bitch, she think that she my wife, I put her on the block list
So you worried about that bitch, go spend them niggas that got your block lit
I'm impatient, soon as I get the lo, I'm trying to go fire it up
Let the switch off, me and bro nem get lost, now my shit hot as f*ck
This bitch bulky, I can't even hide it, I can't even tuck
Slide in traffic, we'll let them have it, Turn that boy to runtz, uh
Let's spend again, tell Retro I'm trying to bend
If you wasn't at Granny House on Holton, then bitch, You ain't my kin
Belt gang, cause we be spanking, paper, only thing I'm chasing
Niggas talking like they on the block, but they shit just be vacant
Hold up, what you doing? I'm that nigga, my name Rell
I'm stepping out by myself, but I call Mar if I need help
Bad lil' hoe, she thick as hell, she still with some Chanel
Can't beef up with y'all pussy niggas, y'all quit your running tail
I got a chunky ass nickle up on me, send his ass to hell
We get to the pape for real, we don't sit in jail
Nigga, we make bail. Belt gang, spanking shit
We know some shit that we can't tell, we on his heels
Spin like the cartel, fill em up with shells
Writer: Robert Jackson
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