Yellow Tape

[Intro] (Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?) (808 Mafia) [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm out on bond and I'm poppin' Can't stop me from coppin' a new Maserati Shorty so bad, she spoiled, she rotten She steppin' out, she'll catch a body Patek Philipe, I don't want her The face, I done busted out that, can't be modest Go, go, niggas get digged She look at me some' like a pilot Drinkin' the lean with the molly Don't get my deposit, I'm startin' a riot All these hitters are wildin' You can't do no'n 'bout it, you gotta be violent All you did was look at my pic She study my flow just like scholars Three phones ringin' at one time Just a young dopeboy swangin' narcotic Four hoes callin' at one time All of 'em 'bout it, they all about it I got this jawn, Columbian She sittin', she waitin' in the lobby I got some problems Soon as I seen the Phantom, I had to go cop it Moncler, right there Your wife wanna gimme the sloppy Top dogs, look at ya dogs He iced up in the Cavalli Trap house, beatin' at the door Gotta look like a pep rally They wanna throw some salt on the gang And we about to send 'em some shotty's Soon as you see that chrome to your brain You ain't gonna do non' but potty [Chorus] Made it out the streets cold I gotta get me some cake Ran it up, stuck to the street code Never mind all the fake Hun'ed-pound bale load Built up on the crate Drop down low Hit 'em with the yellow tape (Brrt) [Verse 2] Whole lotta check on me Whole lot, whole lotta check on me (Brrt) Whole lotta baguettes on me Whole lot, whole lotta baguettes on me (Brrt) Hun'ed pills o' X on me Gotta keep a bag o' the X on me (Brrt) Hit 'em up like Bruce Lee I'm 'bout go hype it like Bruce Lee (Brrt) Water all down my shoulda, water Water all down my sleeve (Brrt) I had went passed my quota After I whipped up bakin' soda (Brrt) I had the rack attack I'm 'bout to cook up straight with that (Brr) You 'bout to make me spazz You 'bout to make me spend this cash (Brrt) Whole lotta check on me Whole lot, whole lotta check on me (Brrt) Whole lotta baguettes on me Whole lot, whole lotta baguettes on me (Brrt) You can't flex on me You'll never be able to flex on me (Brrt) Hold yo' nuts, on me They 'bout to place they bets on me (Brrt) VVS on me They 'bout to to put a hex on me (Brrt) Hoppin' in jets like me I got 'em hoppin' these jets like me (Brr) Hundreds gold chains at least I got me some' hundred gold chains at least (Brr) You can tote the heat But you gotta always share that freak [Chorus] Made it out the streets cold I gotta get me some cake Ran it up, stuck to the street code Never mind all the fake Hundred-pound bale load Built up on the crate Drop down low Hit 'em witta yellow tape (Brrt) [Verse 3] Drop down, get your eagle on Young nigga lettin' a desert eagle go Free game or the free bricks? I can hit you with the Lamborghini flow Couple stains and a couple licks What we done did at Valero? Got my money counter with me, yeah Got it jumpin' in, I got the nitro Lamborghini, tryna pop a wheelie In this motherfucker like Rico If I was in the streets They'll pro'ly try to charge me, R.I.C.O STL [?] But my 21 be family, though La Familia, only way we ride If you gotta die, then you gotta go Couple sides with me come through This is Freebandz, the mob though Lookin' like Chapo The whole hood lookin' like Chapo (Brrt) Lookin' like robbas Whole hood lookin' like mobstas (Brrt) Sleep with your carbon Always go to sleep with your carbon (Brrt) Swerve out the margins Swervin' all outside the margins (Brrt) I came barkin' I was down bad, I was starvin' (Brrt) Bigger than Tarzan My data look like Verizon (Brrt) Y'all like stacks and ass But don't tell nobod' I'm ya boyfriend [Chorus] Made it out the streets cold I gotta get me some cake Ran it up, stuck to the street code Never mind all the fake Hun'ed-pound bale load Built up on the crate Drop down low Hit 'em with the yellow tape (Brrt) [Outro] Whole lotta check on me Whole lot, whole lotta check on me (Brrt) Whole lotta baguettes on me Whole lot, whole lotta baguettes on me (Brrt)