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