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Yellow Tape

Li Rye
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This one wild right here, Antt Oh, oh, oh, oh Y6B, yeah, they know what the fuck goin' on Oh, oh, oh Y6B, yeah, they know what the fuck goin' on I'm on the run in the city, still cuttin' the switch I'ma brrt you if a fuck nigga play Whenever I'm swangin' the Drac', hold it tight to my waist To make sure I hit shit in his face Know you havin' that shit, wanna fuck? Know your name at the bank Told the hater, "Wanna see 'bout no rank" Twenty-one K on me, went and ran up a check on his own Used to talk 'bout this shit every day, I'm red That bitch just fazed up my phone Go show me a ten in a sec', get your broke-ass loan I went and pulled out so much out the bank, I had to close Ain't got shit for you, bitch, but it's still all for the bros Drop back, get a fuck nigga smacked I'm just stayin' in the city, so it's easy to hop right on the road And won't nobody know And won't nobody know Won't nobody know Won't nobody know, they don't know How would they know? Huh, huh Won't nobody know, huh, huh Won't nobody know, huh, huh Won't nobody know, how would they know? I caught a nigga on camera, my brother 'nem gave me a standing ovation Off a Perc', I ain't leavin' no stamina Dick her down, flip her 'round, give that ho a lil' facial Catch a bitch runnin' through them bands like she tryna meet me No goodbye, I'll see you later, who you wanna stamp and shit? If I spot an opp, I hop out, go to sprayin' this bitch And I just caught a hatin' bitch right there, sit Hit him up, had him soundin' like this (Oh, oh, oh) In the city, I'm sippin' on green When I'm 'posed to be sippin' on Tris, I'm a rich nigga I keep a few killers 'round me, I know I'm a artist But still gotta forget I'm a trenches nigga You said you a gangster, I went did my research I already know you a bitch nigga I got Wop on my side, he gon' bless you regardless I hear, "He'll brrt," he hit, nigga I'm the richest fuck talkin', got twizzies and shooters In Texas, I got a ho thicker than two fingers But I still done that flick, could've went and killed two niggas I got this shit in the trunk, woo I'm on the run in the city, still cuttin' the switch I'ma brrt you if a fuck nigga play Whenever I'm swangin' the Drac', hold it tight to my waist To make sure I hit shit in his face Know you havin' that shit, wanna fuck? Know your name at the bank Told the hater, "Wanna see 'bout no rank" Twenty-one K on me, went and ran up a check on his own Used to talk 'bout this shit every day, I'm red That bitch just fazed up my phone Go show me a ten in a sec', get your broke-ass loan I went and pulled out so much out the bank, I had to close Ain't got shit for you, bitch, but it's still all for the bros Drop back, get a fuck nigga smacked I'm just stayin' in the city, so it's easy to hop right on the road And won't nobody know And won't nobody know Won't nobody know Won't nobody know, they don't know How would they know? Huh, huh Won't nobody know, huh, huh Won't nobody know, huh, huh Won't nobody know, how would they know? This one wild right here, Antt