Free Yatta

[Verse 1: Mozzy] Gang related shit on your stupid ass Check the scoreboard nigga, do the math The homie put me on I was doing bad I told him when I whip it I'ma flip it and shoot it back You don't know what to do with that I'm tooting and moving packs Death before dishonor on my mama I'm true to that We don't fuck wit suckas, niggas know we ain't bool wit that It's how automatic goes and when you see him just do him that [Chorus: Yatta] We still holdin this shit Leave some holes in your whip You niggas ain't eatin there's a hole in your lip Let the feds find this load they prolly pose wit this shit My pops money I'm lil money Got a nose for this shit [X2] [Verse 2: Yatta] Niggas ain't kill shit Nigga pipe down Claiming shit you ain't did, got him knocked down Police search the school house, had to drop out If you was in my shoes you probly cop out Hop out, bodies drop every time we pop out Loud mouth, talking shit that you was really not bout Where was dude, the homies knocking on the door locked out The homie told on the homie came in the bullpen got socked out Bitch pay me, bitch pay me bring the guap out Lane ain't changing, wit an asian getting top down Chain swangin, we misplace em and not found It ain't gravy, it's the navy bring them chops out [Verse 3: Mozzy] Ridin wit that sewer rat You gon' get your noodles whacked Slithered through that motherfucker once and double U-y back Selling dope over here, fuck around and lose your sack I zee you niggas strapped up, fuck you finna do with that Guala on the wood ten to four, never shoot a crap And I'd give up everything I own to bring my shooter back Me no pussy boy, you'll die for assuming that Gang war finna press play we resuming that All them niggas bootsy, you a goofy for saluting that You know the nigga told, you seen the paperwork and proof in that Roll the windows up we got it cloudy we polluted that Lotta lotta dope smoke and I'm sipping glue with that A little measly ten thousand in a Gucci bag She just wanna fuck me then pay me for a Louie bag She just wanna fuck me then pay me for a Louie bag Probably trynna line me up, fuck is all my shooters at [Chorus: Yatta] We still holdin this shit Leave some holes in your whip You niggas ain't eatin there's a hole in your lip Let the feds find this load they prolly pose wit this shit My pops money I'm lil money Got a nose for this shit [X2]