Yams

[Verse 1: Gunplay] Crack cocaine man thats no thang Choppin on them boulders with big boulders on my ring Bubbles in yalls cookies Yall niggas some rookies Mutha fuck the police I'm a sell it till I sold it I'll slap you like you stole it if you owe it clear ya tab Or feel the 47 ak don't even ask Bitch I'm out that gutta Bitch I'm bout that butta Bitch I'm bout that border All my toys make noise [Chorus: Gunplay] Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam [Verse 2: Torch] Straight Yams A.M. to P.M Play gutta cake cutta make you fuckas change plans Straight M's DBoy BM White Navi them crackas snatch me Keep playin that's the game Once the flame hits the pot Mix that yayo with that bakin Makin eggs up like its breakfast Bet this history in the makin You fakin dog Cocaine my hobby nigga Talkin big money left his ass a robbery victim Clear the lobby where tha shottie spark that body drop em on it while ya momma mourn I'm party like its mardi gras I'm in the trap still I'm moving paks for real Stop and shop I'm choppin block like a blackbelt [Chorus: Gunplay] Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam [Bridge: Gunplay] All I got is time All I got is team All I got is cheese All I got is me I go Deeper Than Rap I go Deeper Than Rap I go Deeper Than Rap I go Deeper Than Rap [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm going deep I'm going deep I'm going deep I'm going deep We going deep We going deep I'm thinkin status I'm thinkin power Gettin cabbage, livin lavish No room for cowards What's yo desire Is it paper or is it pussy Either way these niggas hatas And I got em lookin Aston Martins and them Phantoms They all on the grass Helicopters over here Them crackas on our ass They wanna see the Triple C Underneath the sea Because I got cars and cycles Cocksucker they just increased So fuck your gossip Cause my profit is just so colossal Silver Murcielago, 30 other auto's You niggas better follow [Chorus: Gunplay] Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam Yam Straight Yam Straight Yam All I got is Yam All I sell is Yam All they want is Yam Yam Straight Yam