Lil Tavis & Dr. Ew - This Was Supposed To Be Called YFR (Intro)

Shit it's either starve or get that guala
Fuck you think I'm on
I'm steady with that 9 like Iguodala
Gotta bring it home
Jump up off the porch
Give it a hour
Bet the name is known
Dope gon have her in a chokehold
Forgot that the babies home
Blunt sit purple green
I think I'm chiefin on Milwaukee Bucks
This rap thing been my dream
I bet the CREAM gon be what charge me up
Dawg we up
The past present and future
Don't get me started son
Don't argue none
Drop this YFR and watch my product jump
Still put a tab up on this tongue
Bitch we ain't past that
Grass wax hash molly packs
I need that fast cash
Bag grams outside the 9-5
This shit ain't half bad
Plug tell me 10
I tell you 20
That's that sack math
Had to make it rumble since a jit
You know the fuck it is
Down bad out in Pullman
Mix the NyQuil with the Mr. Pibb
Runnin out of pack
So all my bowls came with tobacco hits
Now I stand top of shit
And everyone get stupid lit
Neck steppin
I was bred wit it
Had to make it shake
Shawty want the D
I hit it all inside the elevate
Nasty threw the lob
We bout to make them digits levitate
Hoe you know the name
Don't ever play me for other Jake
Lil Tavis

Written by:
Dr. Ew

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