Yay.Nx - What Up Doe/Fuck the Free World Lyrics

Turn me up in the headphones
That's cool...
Yay yay yay yay
Niggas say they with it, nigga they really f*ckin with my gang
(They ain't f*ckin with my gang)
Niggas say they with it, nigga they really f*ckin with my gang
(They ain't f*ckin with my gang)
Who is he, riding in that car, bitches choosing me
Usually, I don't one on one, but bitch it's you and me
In the trap, made a hundred thousand hoe from 2-3
Hit my phone, niggas say I'm selling em for two a piece
Yay, nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (what up doe)
Riding 'round the city servin' custo's (servin' custo's)
Nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (say what up doe)
Nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (say what up doe)
What it do, what it is, what you working with
Every time you see me in the trap, know I'm working bitch
All I ever wanted was a 40 and a Hellcat
Pressure on these niggas, up the tooley make his head bash
Ziplock, hit that gas, then I switch off
Bitch talk, dunking on her like I'm Chris Bosh
Big boss, bunny dropping on the wrist watch
Bitch stop, said you bout it, nigga pish posh
Rick Ross, I'm a muthaf*ckin Kingpin
Motor City, I be slidin' in yo DM's
What up doe, we gone kick it on the weekend
Hell naw, f*ck you mean I can't bring friends
Senior Papi, I'm a boss and you know that
Instagram, hit it Thursday for a throwback
Been flossin', get my cup, nigga pour that
No flockin', now I'm running up with Kodak (Yay Yay)
Niggas say they with it, nigga they really f*ckin with my gang
(They ain't f*ckin with my gang)
Niggas say they with it, nigga they really f*ckin with my gang
(They ain't f*ckin with my gang)
Who is he, riding in that car, bitches choosing me
Usually, I don't one on one, but bitch it's you and me
In the trap, made a hundred thousand hoe from 2-3
Hit my phone, niggas say I'm selling em for two a piece
Yeah, nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (what up doe)
Riding 'round the city servin' custo's (servin' custo's)
Nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (say what up doe)
Nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (say what up doe)
(F*ck Free World, 313)
Yeah, nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (what up doe)
Riding 'round the city servin' custo's (servin' custo's)
Nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (say what up doe)
Nigga in Detroit we say "what up doe" (say what up doe)
Big bank take lil bank, bitch I want pros
Pinky ring Rolle' and that shit glitter rose gold
Hell naw nigga, I ain't tripping off no Bozo
Keep a pistol on me, like a nigga Han Solo
Play yo role, nigga 'fore you f*ck around, get wet
Bitch don't make me shoot that shot, got me feeling like I'm Steph
I ain't talking to these niggas leave that bullshit to the left
What up doe, pull up on a pussy niggas, get you stretched
I confess, Cheddar Boyz and Street Lordz was the best
RIP my nigga Proof, leave the cribbo with the vest
You gone boss up, get this money, or just sit here feeling stressed
Bitch I'm Mase in the whip, every time a nigga flex, yes (On God)