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