Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Kick that bitch out now she upset
Uh foot on they neck
Niggas don't know what to do,
Bet they won't shoot
Yeah I just popped me a bean
I'm feeling loose
Yeah that nigga he a bitch
He want a truce
Yeah I'm geeked up I'm on molly
It's gettin hot
Pull up in a drop, she wet like mop
Yo plug outta stock
Y'all guns be props
When the f*ck I ever flop
Niggas know yerocwontstop
I used to serve on every block
That nigga on f*ck shit
Might go nut on her face when I'm feelin like f*ck it
This Glock got a beam I don't aim I just buss it
I thought she want sex but she just wanna suck it
Might go live, put em on the news
Took 10 mins to count up my blues
Pop 1 perc, might pop 2
Mix my hand in the pot like I been cookin stew
Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Kick that bitch out now she upset
Ooo
I want a new bitch right now
One that don't care bout clout
One that don't run her mouth
You know that's hard to find
And she gotta be a dime
Or she can't get my time
Yeah I spent four years up in that pussy you can call me a scholar
If you owe me nigga I need it I don't care if it's a dollar
Yeah that bitch over there she wanna f*ck I don't know who brought her
Yeah I'm not bouta kill her but I'm bouta go slaughter
Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Member serving grams I was trappin out the back seat
Now I'm worth a mil but I'm not a pro athlete
Diamonds all yellow got her callin for a taxi yea
Cop me a p they be coming my the truck load
100 In that thang I don't even gotta reload
Hit up my vato he be servin by the kilo
Drugs got me gone off a trip
I need my a lyft
I'm high then a bitch
Yeah I just move in them muthaf*ckin bricks
I keep me a stick
Might aim at your crib
17 When I touched my first K
18 Sippin on bombay
Come to yo crib with my senseis
Old bitch hatin on my new bae
Why do these niggas keep talkin to me
Might shoot me a 3
These niggas pussy they hate on my team
They mad I sip lean
F*ck wit a boss nigga that bitch go crazy
These niggas lame they be trappin for babies
Yeroc his diamonds they dance like the 80s
If I go to New York then I'm signing to jayz
These niggas cap all in they raps
She sayin that yeroc a snack
They mad, they hatin, they know I don't lack
I walk through my town, target on my back
12 Knockin at my front door
My bitch like don't trap no more
Imma shoot this song in a liquor store
Flow so crazy they don't even know
Bitch I go brazy, bitch I go stupid
These bitches love me? No I ain't Cupid
He gave me a play you know I won't lose it
She gave me that pussy you know I abuse it
Yeah the neighbors know my name
And my trap phone still gon ring
I be serving all them feens I be serving all them things
I-45 Video (MV)
Yeroc - I-45 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.
English
Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Kick that bitch out now she upset
Uh foot on they neck
Niggas don't know what to do,
Bet they won't shoot
Yeah I just popped me a bean
I'm feeling loose
Yeah that nigga he a bitch
He want a truce
Yeah I'm geeked up I'm on molly
It's gettin hot
Pull up in a drop, she wet like mop
Yo plug outta stock
Y'all guns be props
When the f*ck I ever flop
Niggas know yerocwontstop
I used to serve on every block
That nigga on f*ck shit
Might go nut on her face when I'm feelin like f*ck it
This Glock got a beam I don't aim I just buss it
I thought she want sex but she just wanna suck it
Might go live, put em on the news
Took 10 mins to count up my blues
Pop 1 perc, might pop 2
Mix my hand in the pot like I been cookin stew
Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Kick that bitch out now she upset
Ooo
I want a new bitch right now
One that don't care bout clout
One that don't run her mouth
You know that's hard to find
And she gotta be a dime
Or she can't get my time
Yeah I spent four years up in that pussy you can call me a scholar
If you owe me nigga I need it I don't care if it's a dollar
Yeah that bitch over there she wanna f*ck I don't know who brought her
Yeah I'm not bouta kill her but I'm bouta go slaughter
Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Member serving grams I was trappin out the back seat
Now I'm worth a mil but I'm not a pro athlete
Diamonds all yellow got her callin for a taxi yea
Cop me a p they be coming my the truck load
100 In that thang I don't even gotta reload
Hit up my vato he be servin by the kilo
Drugs got me gone off a trip
I need my a lyft
I'm high then a bitch
Yeah I just move in them muthaf*ckin bricks
I keep me a stick
Might aim at your crib
17 When I touched my first K
18 Sippin on bombay
Come to yo crib with my senseis
Old bitch hatin on my new bae
Why do these niggas keep talkin to me
Might shoot me a 3
These niggas pussy they hate on my team
They mad I sip lean
F*ck wit a boss nigga that bitch go crazy
These niggas lame they be trappin for babies
Yeroc his diamonds they dance like the 80s
If I go to New York then I'm signing to jayz
These niggas cap all in they raps
She sayin that yeroc a snack
They mad, they hatin, they know I don't lack
I walk through my town, target on my back
12 Knockin at my front door
My bitch like don't trap no more
Imma shoot this song in a liquor store
Flow so crazy they don't even know
Bitch I go brazy, bitch I go stupid
These bitches love me? No I ain't Cupid
He gave me a play you know I won't lose it
She gave me that pussy you know I abuse it
Yeah the neighbors know my name
And my trap phone still gon ring
I be serving all them feens I be serving all them things
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Kick that bitch out now she upset
Uh foot on they neck
Niggas don't know what to do,
Bet they won't shoot
Yeah I just popped me a bean
I'm feeling loose
Yeah that nigga he a bitch
He want a truce
Yeah I'm geeked up I'm on molly
It's gettin hot
Pull up in a drop, she wet like mop
Yo plug outta stock
Y'all guns be props
When the f*ck I ever flop
Niggas know yerocwontstop
I used to serve on every block
That nigga on f*ck shit
Might go nut on her face when I'm feelin like f*ck it
This Glock got a beam I don't aim I just buss it
I thought she want sex but she just wanna suck it
Might go live, put em on the news
Took 10 mins to count up my blues
Pop 1 perc, might pop 2
Mix my hand in the pot like I been cookin stew
Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Kick that bitch out now she upset
Ooo
I want a new bitch right now
One that don't care bout clout
One that don't run her mouth
You know that's hard to find
And she gotta be a dime
Or she can't get my time
Yeah I spent four years up in that pussy you can call me a scholar
If you owe me nigga I need it I don't care if it's a dollar
Yeah that bitch over there she wanna f*ck I don't know who brought her
Yeah I'm not bouta kill her but I'm bouta go slaughter
Y'all ain't on shit
You know yeroc can't miss
Y'all niggas dead if you try to diss
Just got a new beam now I can't miss
They finally saying I'm up next
Niggas know that I'm the best
We fouling niggas with this tec
I talk to god now I feel blessed
Member serving grams I was trappin out the back seat
Now I'm worth a mil but I'm not a pro athlete
Diamonds all yellow got her callin for a taxi yea
Cop me a p they be coming my the truck load
100 In that thang I don't even gotta reload
Hit up my vato he be servin by the kilo
Drugs got me gone off a trip
I need my a lyft
I'm high then a bitch
Yeah I just move in them muthaf*ckin bricks
I keep me a stick
Might aim at your crib
17 When I touched my first K
18 Sippin on bombay
Come to yo crib with my senseis
Old bitch hatin on my new bae
Why do these niggas keep talkin to me
Might shoot me a 3
These niggas pussy they hate on my team
They mad I sip lean
F*ck wit a boss nigga that bitch go crazy
These niggas lame they be trappin for babies
Yeroc his diamonds they dance like the 80s
If I go to New York then I'm signing to jayz
These niggas cap all in they raps
She sayin that yeroc a snack
They mad, they hatin, they know I don't lack
I walk through my town, target on my back
12 Knockin at my front door
My bitch like don't trap no more
Imma shoot this song in a liquor store
Flow so crazy they don't even know
Bitch I go brazy, bitch I go stupid
These bitches love me? No I ain't Cupid
He gave me a play you know I won't lose it
She gave me that pussy you know I abuse it
Yeah the neighbors know my name
And my trap phone still gon ring
I be serving all them feens I be serving all them things
Writer: Corey Hubbard
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid