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