Ock016 - Yellow Tape 2 Lyrics

I just been working on melodies
Carrying felonies
Trying to make my op a memory
Eating seafood, only time I got a shell in me
The money gon better me
Blood spill
Shit getting real
Chop you up like you deli meat
All for the presidents
Leave no evidence
Hit your top like you Kennedy
You gon remember me
I'm a live, on you could never kill energy
Rap like it's ten of me
You sweet like a cherry tree
Gold full of karats, smoking on celery
Roll up my dead enemies
This is not hockey, we skating on thin ice, give A f*ck about penalties
Old slang, nigga I'm def, what the f*ck is you Telling me
You rappers don't worry me
You niggas is bitches, it feel like you Jerry me
Now I want everything
I want your spot
Don't want the bitches you got
All of your bitches is fried
Missing the guys
Listen to all of my rhymes
That's how I visit the guys
I'm a father first, poppa got a gun
I got one daughter, yall are all my sons
Sorry that I left
Your momma had me stressed
Married to the streets, I ain't divorce her yet
Life's a bitch, she a pretty hoe
If you ain't got no money, she treat you shitty Though
I got a milli flows
Left him wheezy cause my nigga let the semi Go
My circle small like a chili bowl
Yea, they know how I'm rocking
Kush in my pocket
Nah I ain't blood but I'm popping
Nah I ain't crip but it's cracking
Fifth automatic
Gotta prepare for the static
Beef never dead, I'm a drag it
Letting them have it
Lay back and count what I'm having
They throwing bullets like madden
My bitch look like she came from a pageant
Everything that I'm on is a classic
They got toast, they ain't holding up glasses
I don't want her, she begged me to smash it
Got no degree, but I am a master
I remember, I was selling that Casper
Yard man, pump with no asthma
Loud weed bitch, I'm higher than NASA
Another mans treasure, I had to trash her
If I f*ck again, that's gonna gas her
Take money, like I was the pastor
Selling the rock like it doesn't matter
Whipping that work, I'm good with the batter
Lotta hits, like a MLB batter
Double dribble, with the rock I would travel
Bunch of rocks, pockets full of that gravel
Wavy nigga with no boat and a paddle
Ride the beat, like a horse with a saddle
Tell these rappers, I don't wanna battle
When I kill him, all his mans gonna tattle
Snake niggas, they just missing the rattle
She's exotic, so I had to bag it
Uber what bitch, you gonna cab it
In her box, yeah I had to jab it
How you want it bitch, fast or slow
We all love him, but he had to go
Smoking on your mans
He my newest strand
Had him with some cookies, with no baking Pan
Free the guys, free the ops too
F*ck the system, slavery ain't cool
I'm from the eight
Living in the states
They think, you could be replaced
Until you give em space
Yeah, I'm out of this world
My daughter, I love her, I always be proud of My girl
She deserve diamonds and pearls
Other girls
They just get on my nerves
You niggas corny like revenge of the nerds
Cold world
I should buy me a fur
EBT, we get food on the third
She want bread, so we call her a bird
She got my number, I ain't calling her first
All you niggas should be calling it quits
Tell my life, and you call it a hit
Mobile phone, I just call up a hit
Yellow tape, gon be all on your strip
Mobile phone, I just call up a hit
Yellow tape, gon be all on your strip