Big Poppa Geez - YELLOW

Heavy Hand I snap a finger you flucked
I be riding around the trenches with a pack and a gun
You ain't never got no money like you trapping for fun
And I knew she'd suck a good dick cuz she take wit he tongue
Ain't local lately, I been playing with the bag in the spot
Same ones ain't put none in it gonna want half of the pot (TALK)
You ain't got shit to show, fuck if you had it or not
Still there for you even though I dont know if you gone have me or not
I'm the same one that go hop on the track from the block
I'm gone stash it , put the bag and the gat inda box
Ran that paper up from broke, them niggas mad that I'm not
Let them sleep, then I pop out on them like jack in the box (POP)
When you first pop out wit cash, you know them niggas be mad
When you having, you don't care about the shit that you had
You ain't on or you ain't in cause you ain't getting a bag
Bad bitches in my phone I swear this shit like a pagent

On a hit I give them swag and say we did it in fashion
They don't even know I know cause they didn't get a reaction (YET)
All my niggas known for having cash and making shit tragic
Ran down and took his paper we was on him like magic
My glicky my only bitch and she as fine as can be
I got tired of waking up broke so I just stopped going to sleep
Semi colon, period though I got them commas on me
You gotta learn them niggas around you really not your homie
Sliding, you see me popping out I got it on me
Little buddy gonna eat dis dick until she tired of choking
I keep taking this ecstacy I do alot of smoking
You keep it real from the beginning we a be locked and loaded
Niggas wasn't fuckin with me until I got it going
Talking the real black Beatles way we rock and rolling
You can do anything you want gang you just gotta focus
Get on my nerves, she to the curb
You know I gotta toe her

Written by:
Markeese Bosier

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