Yellow Gangbangers

Lyrics

[Intro: Shawny Binladen] Yeah, uh Yeah [Verse 1: Shawny Binladen] Wanted some drank, he got hit with the Tussin She off the 30, I got that bitch bussin' Cookies, I got this shit for my bousin Spinnin', I'm spinnin' my drum [?] hundred Brand new thirty, know we gotta drum it Walk down, run down, tell 'em to run it I get the pack and you know I'ma punt him Summon the [?] was runnin' So many guns, woulda thought we was gunnin' But I'm [?] bitch you know how we comin' Straight bookbags, gotta walk with them hundreds Heard he outside so you know that I spun it [Verse 2: Big Yaya] We gave them thirties they threw us some hundreds We ain't [?] Cartier, only see 20s, 50s and them 100s Māthā A1, sound like she hummin' Pockets they crippin', but you know I'm bummin' All these pounds, I'm going to London All this drip, you'd think we wеnt to Italy Say they ballin', yeah right, little lеague My young son [?] play for the Yellow League Cuffin' that hoe like she got a felony Tryna cop mama a crib off a melody He ridin' with the top off, do him like Kennedy Real money gon' show who a friend of me [?] a friend to your enemy I don't [?] the Grinches to the enemy Come back [?] I got the remedy This a marathon, I don't care who ahead of me Too much kids I might get a vasectomy What you [?], you can't even get next to me OG, like Mr. Krabs with the recipe [Verse 3: GrinchN4$] Junkies, like Triple H for the pedigree AMG and I ain't go to a Spelling Bee Fuck a blue check 'cause I gotta check on me 12 on me, I'm gettin' [?] for my felonies [?] where killers be Louis V on my tee Checkerboard on my feet For Halloween I coulda dress as a checker piece [?] my pops I created my destiny The soda gon' pop if you fill it with too much lean My pockets will sag if I fill 'em with too much green Got the Gucci helmet, it's gon' stop you from tryna think My glasses got diamonds, it's making it hard to see I lost the keys, but I'm pushing to start the V My bitch a Cuban, I might buy her a Cuban link Moncler [?], my neck [?] Shoot and he leave the scene Yellow money and I look up, the sky green It's daytime, but I just lit up the high beams When I'm diamond shopping I be going to Avi' Got a skinny white bitch, she remind me of [?] She off the Molly My other white bitch, I be servin' her Bobby It's the Grinch [?], remind her of a zombie I be everywhere at the the crime be People gon' be watching when I use [?] When the Yellows in the line, the stars align I ball in the hood, won't ball for the Giants I flex, ho, without tryin' I don't design, but I'm in designer I'm in the trap sellin' marijuana And my jeans [?] Dolce Gabanna My block hot, they call it a sauna The check, I signed it I went for profit [?] The glizzy on me, I ain't tryna do dropkicks I ain't got no [?] to call [?] I'm just ridin' with the stick inside it Tokyo Drift shit, exotic spots This a 20 dollar [?] I text that bitch, yeah, that pussy, I missed it But I won't kiss her She suckin' my dick, she be leavin' her lipstick (That māthā) What she does, she can't [?] [?] in the head and I tell 'em report cards X on my jeans like I filled a report card You come to Queens gotta check in with the yellow stars Givenchy shirt, GTA, it got three stars I'm tossin' the work while I'm rolling from cop cars My dick ain't hard, in my pants the Glock hard Kinda feel [?] I'm getting 'em all off Fuck a tip-off, I ball before I let the ball off No Cartier, then I'm calling 'em Ray Charles