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
You dig what im sayin ?
Tune the fuck in
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
Publisher:
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