Yeeeeee!

[Verse 1] Yee, yee's what I'm screaming Sorta like the opera but nigga, I ain't singing I'm flyer than a angel and a pigeon and a phoenix I always bring the racket like Serena Venus I'm from that Carol City but I'm in the Zone 3 Interstellar gunplay but not the one from triple-C, yee A stick is a Glock and I ain't talking 'bout the three And Curry is next to blow, no diss to Young G (Word) Yee, cruising down Main Street Much flyer than jet lag and way harder than concrete (Yeah) I snap like a fat bitch in Popeye's Cussing out the cashier for some chicken wings and hot fries So I don't give a damn when they talk rimes (Yep) 305 to thе end of my lifeline But what's thе end? Is it old age or TEC-9? Or serve time tryna get a dollar from a dime? Same grind, yee [Interlude] Bitch [Chorus] Yee, yee's what I'm screaming Y'all can't bust, y'all just sacks full of semen I'm just saying yee, yee's what I'm screaming Y'all can't bust, y'all just sacks full of semen I'm just saying yee, yee's what I'm screaming Y'all can't bust, y'all just sacks full of semen I'm just saying yee, yee's what I'm screaming Y'all can't bust, y'all just sacks full of semen [Bridge] Yee Yee Yee Yee Yee (Man, I just wanna say somethin' [?] money) (Alright) So [Verse 2] Darker than an emo bitch's attitude Feel like a Decepticon, please, baby, excuse my mood Not even Cosby could fill a nigga's shoes And my flows just bust off like a .22 Or a twelve-gauge I take it back like braids or a tape line when you get a bae Hey, wait, I just flow like waves But nah, I go ahead and just play, play [Outro] Curry Yee That's all I'm gon' [?] Yee Yee