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]