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One, two, three, four, five-trey-five Ses Fac players make the party more live Thang⁠— My thang I keep my mind on the G's, Blanco (Ki-ki-ki, ki) Without a doubt I get that work in the drought You know it's blood in, blood out This ain't no joke, if you run up, you get smoked Or catch a blade and get poked The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (Ah) Family fed by the dope If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me Banana boat with them packs in Miami (Ayy, five-trey-five) I get 'em and go, cartel ties on the low DEA knocked on my door then deported my pop I wonder who gave 'em the drop When I find out, he get popped (Boom, boom) My 'yotes gon' slide, when they do, you won't survive Like Popeyes, we leavin' 'em fried (Grrah) Don't play with my bread, if you ain't heard what I said Then we go off with his head, oh yeah-yeah Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah You more like "No", I'm like "Yeah, yeah" SongtexteMy 'yote got locked for the yeah-yeah Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah New foreign, I'ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah Blueface, baby (Yeah, yeah), yeah, aight Gotta keep a chopstick in my chop (Yeah, yeah) I just copped a house bigger than the cops in the suburbs I'm the only nigga on my block (Yeah, yeah) Never leave the house without that yeah-yeah Forty knockin' off Gucci headbands (Ooh) It's not regular, baby, these is baguette-'guettes Million dollar views and some Moët get her more wet, uh (Ayy, five-trey-five) Catch me at the top gettin' top (Ooh) She know I ain't shit, but she still gon' bop (Yeah, yeah) Pull up, drippin' in the drop (Ooh) Reach for my chain and you niggas gettin' popped (Yeah, yeah) Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah You more like "No", I'm like "Yeah, yeah" My 'yote got locked for the yeah-yeah Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah New foreign, I'ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah I'm strapped in this bitch, peep how I walk like I'm Mitch I already drank me a fifth (Ooh) I hop in the whip, my 'yote extended the clip (Brr) I promise my shooters don't miss Don't talk to the feds, got blood on my Nike Cortez (Huh) From kickin' and stompin' on heads (Boom) The lady look guap', I ain't waste my time on no thot Can't blame her for shootin' her shot, like "Yeah, yeah" (Ooh, ayy, five-trey-five) Shawty in the bathroom doin' yeah-yeah You want the drama, then the homie got the yeah-yeah In the back you know I got a lot of yeah-yeah I know you claim you got the same, homie, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) You like "Mr. Me Too", part two Whatever I say I have, you say you got, too Like, homie yeah, yeah, so get the fuck from 'round me My 'yotes in this bitch, please don't get them rowdy, yeah Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah You more like "No", I'm like "Yeah, yeah" My 'yote got locked for the yeah-yeah Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah New foreign, I'ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania