Yellow Tape

Lyrics

[Verse 1: CashClick Boog] Live my life like a rockstar, we riding packs and cemmies [?] off the Wokhart, I just crashed the rental Asking [?] no accidental Hoot til the [?] mack black [?] My hood got them choppers with me, [?] with pistols Looking for a money bag, [?] splash splash [?] [?] in school, in your past, you got picked on Walked up in class sipping Ac, I got sent home Twin FNN, shit getting [?] I sip a lot of lean, I start getting moody Don't even know her name, and she just blew me I [?] OnlyFans, with your bitch coochie That mean I sold it Treat the Glock like my [?] I just rolled a wood up, what you think I'm smoking? Fucked two Spanish hoes, [?] [?] came a long way from [?] Tryna build my own house, [?] The ZaZa came from [?] smoking On the plain with thе [?] T wide open [Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler] I just left [?] widе open Old money, niggas talking 'bout he got Ohpra My killers put him on the T, I might white chalk him Don't even show me your stick, 'cause we gon' spark him I had to choke his bitch out, [?] Nigga staring at my neck, like he got water How you see me with a drum, but the beam not on it? Everything to do with money, my team got on it I'm finna hit him with the K, til he stop smoking Then hit the booth and ride [?] I ain't with Takashi 6ix9ine, the streets gon' stone you I brought Drakey in the club, and he got vocals And stop screaming out our names, bitch, we don't know you I brought Drakey in the club, and he got vocals [Verse 3: Toohda Band$] I live the life of the most hated It's expensive if it's on me, it ain't basic Fifty rounds in the [?] and them bullets tracing Getting sucked in the rental, [?] The Glock all black, the whip caucasian Ain't no way [?] we gon' broad day him It's a skillet on the Glock, let it suflay him You can tell the opps always capping, streets don't play them Difference [?] he want the pussy, she don't pay him Niggas like they wanna play ball, til we 2K them Ever sinse I put the Roley on, niggas started hating Niggas got some E.D.D. money, now they super gangsta [?] chopper gone, it's just in the basement Niggas always talking 'bout they block, til we yello taped it Fully switch on the G. 30, you don't wanna face it I just bought a pint of Wok, and I'm finna face it Drunk a whole six [?] the wood, I can't taste it Got this bitch on me while I'm rapping, I can't fake it Let my chains dangle all in public, come try to take it Glock came with fifty, let him reach, give that boy a spanking Leave a nigga musty in the street, for that super faking Left a hundred on they block, just for demenstration