Yellow Tape

[Intro] Stand behind the yellow tape Stand behind the yellow tape Stand behind the yellow tape (Yeah) Stand behind the yellow tape [Verse 1] Wait a second, wait a minute Don't compare me to them other niggas Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson I'm 'bout to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance Where the real friends at when you really need 'em? When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em All by my lonely, lonely What happened to the bitches and the party? A hundred bottles, that was every weekend Bitches piled up in my crib like a Colosseum After 3 A.M., you know we gettin' freaky Hella one-night stands, bitches catchin' feelings Tired of fake lovin' Fake Hollywood, ain't 'bout shit Fake gang bangin' and claimin' to pop shit Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, stop it (Huh) [Verse 2] Soo-woo, been a nigga, been about it And if it's my time to go, I'm takin' errybody Don't care, my niggas, we shootin' anybody And if it ain't your business, nigga, don't worry about it, oh-oh I hear 'em talkin' down on me, down on me Well, where they at tonight? Got a hundred rounds on me I think I had it up to here, my nigga (Huh) You know, your killers, they fear my niggas (Huh) So what you tryna, tryna do, tryna, tryna do? Dancin' 'round the issue, bitch, you know you runnin' out of moves I keep it real, my nigga (Huh) This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil', my nigga (Yeah) Give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga Got the mic, life a horror movie, feel like Thriller Passive-aggressive bitches always actin' all timid Won't help you make no money, but I bet they help you spend it (Huh) [Refrain] Had a meetin' with the Devil last week Couldn't believe what he said to me (Huh) "Here, take this contract, signature, please You can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep" Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes Battlin' my demons, I'm the only one who see (Huh) I got the fire blazin', burnin' all the weed I bet that Hell ain't hotter than this fuckin' Hennessy, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Two feet off the ground (Woah-woah) Like why am I livin' here? Up and down, up and down (Woah-woah) I think I might drown from my tears I cry 'cause my fate is sold Too many tears, I'm thinkin' 'bout endin' here Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol [Chorus] Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh Stand behind the yellow tape (Ayy!) Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take) Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh) Stand behind the yellow tape (Hey!) Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take) Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh) Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot Stand behind the yellow tape [Verse 3] Wonder if God got a sense of humor I hope you know that he see all that shit you doin' Know I'm a sinner, but I hope that he still listen to me Temptation and fornication, he know I love the pussy Misdirection with no connection, ain't no substance She just wanna fuck, whatever happened to us love makin'? You don't wanna be in the club when you a old lady And I know that I'm too fucked up to love my own lady Ain't gon' lie, every nigga cheat, frontin' like they poppin' bottles All these niggas cheap, me? I'm standin' on my wallet It don't mean I ain't lonely In the Hills, all the way up, UberX sittin' at the bottom You know I ain't gotta flex, nigga, know I got it Chain cost a quarter mil', for me, that's a couple dollars Sayin', "Fuck it," takin' porn stars to Benihanas What's the point of rock and rollin' without the gunpowder? [Refrain] Had a meetin' with the Devil last week Couldn't believe what he said to me (Huh) "Here, take this contract, signature, please You can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep" Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes Battlin' my demons, I'm the only one who see (Huh) I got the fire blazin', burnin' all the weed I bet that Hell ain't hotter than this fuckin' Hennessy, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Two feet off the ground (Woah-woah) Like why am I livin' here? Up and down, up and down (Woah-woah) I think I might drown from my tears I cry 'cause my fate is sold Too many tears, I'm thinkin' 'bout endin' here Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol [Chorus] Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh Stand behind the yellow tape (Ayy!) Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take) Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh) Stand behind the yellow tape (Hey!) Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take) Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh) Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot Stand behind the yellow tape