Yae Prod - Off-white

Uh, Yea

It's Yae Prod
You already know what the fuck going on

Lvl Shit
LoserHill shit
Death Corp Shit
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Now that bitch wan choose me

i cant let her fool me

Oh no no no confusing

I be Getting to the paper

like its loose leaf

You’re bitch is just a groupie

And yea she tryna do me

Your bitch very confused G



My bitch rocking

loserhill Tee’s





I see why they mad

I tell em get glad

Huh

The shit really sad

How they sit and plot

They crabs



I shift the stick

And hit the gas

My tints too dark

Can’t see through the glass

Uh

Uh

Yea

Doing the dash ( uh )

You niggas can’t catch up

Speeding my rest up ( uh )

Tokyo drift off ( uh )

Nigga can’t ransom ( uh )

Niggas stay copying

Trynna get the sauce

drip

Like ooo

what

nah bitch

Can’t copy this drip ( nah )

Can’t fuck my bitch ( nah )



Can’t time My

Blast off



Shout out my dog rob

He blessings the keys like god



My nigga dre

He keep a full tray



We a pop up where you stay



Sending some shots



My nigga don’t play ( uh )



Lil brown bitch want to meet ( uh )

I know she a freak she ( uh )

She wanna suck on my meat ( uh )

I just might skeet & delete ( uh )

Undertaker in the pussy nigga

Im just leaving the shit deceased ( uh )

Bitch im real fancy

And you know that the pussy is my feast ( yeah )



Smoking the gas



Im high like a kite



Turn on the tv



We finna take flight



Rick and morty

I keep a 40

Bad bitch right side me

That bitch my shorty



Now



Now that bitch wan choose me

i cant let her fool me

Oh no no no confusing

I be Getting to the paper

like its loose leaf

You’re bitch is just a groupie

And yea she tryna do me

Your bitch very confused G

My bitch rocking

loserhill Tee’s


I see why they mad

I tell em get glad

Huh

The shit really sad

How they sit and plot

They crabs

Written by:
Braden Lewis, Joshua Douglas, Mr Weaver

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