Tre Youngsta - Yeah!

Yeah!
I got brothers in jail
I got bitches for sale
Put a little band on his head
My nigga gone send you to hell
Put a little band on his head
I flip it and get the shit back
Doing donuts in my padic
Little fuck ass nigga we active
Seen that nigga in the lam
Playing with me and my mans
Packs on got bands
Pop that nigga in his dreads
Flip a little brick off lean
Im off aderall i'm geeking
Stay serious nigga you tweaking
That niggas head he's leaking
It's a warzone in the trenches
Everyday a niggas getting killed
And i'm itching off of these pills
I got tiger strikes in the field
I walk in court high as fuck
Your bitch stay getting fucked
Your pussy nigga stay ducking
You a trackstar why you running
I seen little Rino in a coffin
Whole hood say bye to Monti
Why you running up my deposit
Why you fuck niggas looking for me
I got watches on me it's Shadur
What my head on it stay hurting
And i'm popping pills it's burkin
He ain't from the hood he suburban bitch

Written by:
caleb meadows III

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