Go make yo ass think twice
You don't wanna come down here man I'ma make you realize
My brother totin' so much shit that he be saggin' down his thighs
Got his dumb ass f*ckin' prayin' like he
Goin' to the sky
I been in this shit way longer than a minute
My pockets got so fat they had to get extended
My brudda got drum mags, no need extensions
Yo, bitch done got so clapped I left indentions
Why the f*ck you talkin' shit way, way from the back
I got people comin' in different areas, gon' get you smacked
Talkin' crazy on the net, man, you gon' get yo ass snatched
Ain't stoppin' for nothin' until my ass gon' hang a plaque
We from the down south, we bout to make some noise now
I'm from the city where cars got elbows pokin' out
Pour purple in my cup, that shit had me slowed down
We all swangin' and bangin' that trunk, playin' real loud
Wussup with all these IG disses? I been chillin', I ain't trippin
Stackin' my papers so tall that I be growin' by the minute
They went from boy you was so small to look at you, you gettin' bigger
I be stackin' my shit up so high, you know I'm gettin' richer
Damn
Whoa, I been MIA I been plottin' on the low for this lil' day
You better pray and watch your back, we tryna leave yo ass to decay
(Bitch)
I don't need no f*ckin' hook so yo ass gon' pay attention
Yo ass talkin' so f*ckin' crazy, best stay out of my mentions
Trust you don't wanna f*ckin' know what I'ma do with yo blessing
You best get on yo f*ckin' knees and tell yourself to repent it
Yo, bitch ain't here, she over there givin' him top
How bad you feel? Not enough? Okay, then go watch
He said, give me the Glock, he wanna take his own head off
Like damn go make some money and go ahead and walk that shit off
I done woke up and I'm feelin' like a dime piece
He said they call him walk him down, but his ass name Cory
Laughin' my ass to the bank like, okay, next check please
I be flyin' with my flock of ravens, they know who I'ma be
Album in December, bro,
November, December, we gon' get shit rockin
F*ck is you talkin' bout
Y'all not ready for this shit for real
Bitch
Ravens mane
The f*ckin' birds
The f*ckin' flock
!yeno - SAY DAT Lyrics
!yeno - SAY DAT Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Go make yo ass think twice
You don't wanna come down here man I'ma make you realize
My brother totin' so much shit that he be saggin' down his thighs
Got his dumb ass f*ckin' prayin' like he
Goin' to the sky
I been in this shit way longer than a minute
My pockets got so fat they had to get extended
My brudda got drum mags, no need extensions
Yo, bitch done got so clapped I left indentions
Why the f*ck you talkin' shit way, way from the back
I got people comin' in different areas, gon' get you smacked
Talkin' crazy on the net, man, you gon' get yo ass snatched
Ain't stoppin' for nothin' until my ass gon' hang a plaque
We from the down south, we bout to make some noise now
I'm from the city where cars got elbows pokin' out
Pour purple in my cup, that shit had me slowed down
We all swangin' and bangin' that trunk, playin' real loud
Wussup with all these IG disses? I been chillin', I ain't trippin
Stackin' my papers so tall that I be growin' by the minute
They went from boy you was so small to look at you, you gettin' bigger
I be stackin' my shit up so high, you know I'm gettin' richer
Damn
Whoa, I been MIA I been plottin' on the low for this lil' day
You better pray and watch your back, we tryna leave yo ass to decay
(Bitch)
I don't need no f*ckin' hook so yo ass gon' pay attention
Yo ass talkin' so f*ckin' crazy, best stay out of my mentions
Trust you don't wanna f*ckin' know what I'ma do with yo blessing
You best get on yo f*ckin' knees and tell yourself to repent it
Yo, bitch ain't here, she over there givin' him top
How bad you feel? Not enough? Okay, then go watch
He said, give me the Glock, he wanna take his own head off
Like damn go make some money and go ahead and walk that shit off
I done woke up and I'm feelin' like a dime piece
He said they call him walk him down, but his ass name Cory
Laughin' my ass to the bank like, okay, next check please
I be flyin' with my flock of ravens, they know who I'ma be
Album in December, bro,
November, December, we gon' get shit rockin
F*ck is you talkin' bout
Y'all not ready for this shit for real
Bitch
Ravens mane
The f*ckin' birds
The f*ckin' flock
You don't wanna come down here man I'ma make you realize
My brother totin' so much shit that he be saggin' down his thighs
Got his dumb ass f*ckin' prayin' like he
Goin' to the sky
I been in this shit way longer than a minute
My pockets got so fat they had to get extended
My brudda got drum mags, no need extensions
Yo, bitch done got so clapped I left indentions
Why the f*ck you talkin' shit way, way from the back
I got people comin' in different areas, gon' get you smacked
Talkin' crazy on the net, man, you gon' get yo ass snatched
Ain't stoppin' for nothin' until my ass gon' hang a plaque
We from the down south, we bout to make some noise now
I'm from the city where cars got elbows pokin' out
Pour purple in my cup, that shit had me slowed down
We all swangin' and bangin' that trunk, playin' real loud
Wussup with all these IG disses? I been chillin', I ain't trippin
Stackin' my papers so tall that I be growin' by the minute
They went from boy you was so small to look at you, you gettin' bigger
I be stackin' my shit up so high, you know I'm gettin' richer
Damn
Whoa, I been MIA I been plottin' on the low for this lil' day
You better pray and watch your back, we tryna leave yo ass to decay
(Bitch)
I don't need no f*ckin' hook so yo ass gon' pay attention
Yo ass talkin' so f*ckin' crazy, best stay out of my mentions
Trust you don't wanna f*ckin' know what I'ma do with yo blessing
You best get on yo f*ckin' knees and tell yourself to repent it
Yo, bitch ain't here, she over there givin' him top
How bad you feel? Not enough? Okay, then go watch
He said, give me the Glock, he wanna take his own head off
Like damn go make some money and go ahead and walk that shit off
I done woke up and I'm feelin' like a dime piece
He said they call him walk him down, but his ass name Cory
Laughin' my ass to the bank like, okay, next check please
I be flyin' with my flock of ravens, they know who I'ma be
Album in December, bro,
November, December, we gon' get shit rockin
F*ck is you talkin' bout
Y'all not ready for this shit for real
Bitch
Ravens mane
The f*ckin' birds
The f*ckin' flock
Writer: Gian Iriarte, yeno
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid