Benji Picasso - Yipee KiYay (feat. 2ks Bcb)

Ok, I got the racks in the bag ok
Ain't about them racks you can get out my face
I don't talk to the freak hoe just dick in her face
I go straight to the booth then go straight to the bank
Niggas jump on the beat like a yippee kiyay
Niggas too scared to shoot I'm a skip through that lane
Like an arson I walked in the booth with the flame
Ain't no signal in here but I still let it ring
She said she fuck with me and two song
She want me send all my new songs
Might just hit the twin towers got new bombs
She FaceTime me she got new thongs
New G-lock this bitch feel right but I'm planing to do wrong
Trying catch a kill I ain't having a shoot off
Niggas be acting like bitches like RuPaul
Got the clip freeze him I tell him to cool off
Jimmy neutron I might fuck round and blast off
Swerving the whip like that bitch was a nascar
Niggas lying they locked in the zoo Madagascar
They listen to everything that I say like a Ted talk
John Wick know I'm a slide for the dead dogs
My bitch geeking I'm acting slow this that sped talk
She sucking the dick man I think that I seen God
I was gripping her shit like I'm trying rip her head off
Told the bitch she gotta suck dick I don't do jack offs
Bro just like future lil dummy his mask off
Fucked her ain't wait for her to get in and I sped off
Doing bad his whole team look like he with the red squad
Hit the trap make it bang and I got to go feed dogs
Niggas be broke like they trying have a sleep off
They ain't trying go eat they food I'm trying eat y'all's
Bad bitch but her boyfriend tripping like Keke Palmer
Im a Virgo so it's only right I be enormous
Late weekends waking up early mornings
On a long path but I don't know where I'm going
Sleep on me what you snoring for
Like I'm Dora I been exploring more
I give her the boot kick her straight out the door
I humble myself when i pray to the lord
Things ain't never change we been feeling hell of pain
We still wanted better things
But you know it's going take some time for you to elevate
I ain't got no time at all
Schooling these niggas trying show them how to ball
Niggas talking bout drip still shopping at the mall
I got your bitch she taking it off
Smack down but I'm going raw
Ninety-nine problems only one that ya bitch can solve
Me getting my nut off
After I'm done with her scissors she cut off
My ex got to run it back need to run off
My cologne heavy too baccarat she wanna smell me
I keep smoking this purple I know it ain't healthy
Cause of my mindset we young and we wealthy
I remember when nobody wanted to help me
They used to laugh at me now top of the shelf please
Leave a patch on his head have him looking like Yella Beezy
Pop out LV feeling sleezy
Bro told me zap this shit be easy
Just cause she said she went cold turkey still a treeshy
Flamers on the track oh this how Meek be
She going taste me and rate me like she was Keith Lee
I'm banjo I'm clapping my her for the free ski
I'm in the back of the back with a sexy lil red bone
I'm hitting her she yell skeeyee
Lil bro locked down don't need PC
Do your research like lil reesey
Told them niggas that I don't need receipts
But talk to them
Ok, I got the racks in the bag ok
Ain't about them racks you can get out my face
I don't talk to the freak hoe just dick in her face
I go straight to the booth then go straight to the bank
Niggas jump on the beat like a yippee kiyay
Niggas too scared to shoot I'm a skip through that lane
Like an arson I walked in the booth with the flame
Ain't no signal in here but I still let it ring
She said she fuck with me and two song
She want me send all my new songs
Might just hit the twin towers got new bombs
She FaceTime me she got new thongs
New G-lock this bitch feel right but I'm planing to do wrong
Trying catch a kill I ain't having a shoot off
Niggas be acting like bitches like RuPaul
Got the clip freeze him I tell him to cool off

Written by:
Rushon Bishop

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