Yorkie

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, huh Huh Another day, another dollar Yeah Another night, another check, Gucci [Chorus] Yawn, it's boring (Yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still busting bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (Well, damn) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow) [Verse 1] Dope game's greezy, but the rap game's easy (Yeah) If I'm not trapping, God, stop my breathing Somebody girl getting fucked this evening (Yeah) Six rings on and my iced-out Breitling (Go, go) Grill look lightning, chest look frightening (Style) AR-15s, so we're not fighting it (No, no) Brand-new Porschie, working my forkski (Skrrt, skrrt) White and black chain, same color your Jordans (Brr, brr) So Icey boys, we get high like Martians (Damn) Probably can't pull 'em, but I bet my car can (It's Gucci) Tall, rich Black man, nineteen stacks, man (Yeah, yeah) Add two tax, man, twenty-one racks, man (Yeah, Gucci) [Chorus] Yawn, it's boring (Yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still busting bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (Well, damn) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow) [Verse 2] I hopped out the truck, throwed up 'cause I'm iced up (Ugh) Money blewed up, sack stretch like a tour bus (Ugh) Hoes adore us, they chauffeur us We sure 'nough tough, I'm so kushed up (Brr) I'm so iced up (Brr), damn, I'm freezing Red diamonds on me, so my chest just bleeding (Well, damn) Tats everywhere, baby boo, I'm sleeving With one gat, one shot, one reason (Pow) Gucci change cars every time it change seasons (Damn) I think I'm getting the bird flu, damn, I'm sneezing (Hachoo) Hachoo, gesundheit, I'm cheesing My jewelry real pretty like my little niece is (It's Gucci) [Chorus] Yawn, it's boring (Yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still busting bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (Well, damn) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow) [Verse 3] Iced-out heart, man, red diamonds gorgeous (Wow) The bezel on my watch got me thinking I'm important (Bling, blaow) Shorty hating on us 'cause he know he can't afford it Rings and the chains, this a Zaytoven recording (Ziggy) '74, restored it, rolling down Moreland (Uh) Headed up Custer, I'm finna pick Juice up (Juice) Yeah, you heard the old shit, this the new stuff (Bitch) Still in the Libra doing the same old two-step (Uh) Gucci frames, Gucci belt, rappers need Gucci help (Gucci) Jumping out my 'Vette looking oh so debonair Ten stacks, twenty stacks, sell 'em by the twenty pack Gucci took the rap game from me, he won't give it back, it's Gucci [Chorus] Yawn, it's boring (Yeah) There's no comp', wake me up, I'm snoring Six rings on, you can call me Robert Horry (Zone 6) Still busting bricks down, Zone 6 quarry (Well, damn) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, skrrt) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow) Whipping up a brick, yeah, I'm working with the forky (Skrrt, it's Gucci, baby) Iced-out dog, same size as a Yorkie (Wow), it's Gucci