Eastway Santana YOP

I feel like big homie Hit him with the Yop cuz he wit homie Uh Fck it hit him with the Sock like I’m Mic forley Pull his top back step on that Fck ngga like he a roach Hit him with that OK we gon okie doke Make that chop sing like Bobby bushay Then we gon hokish pokiss We beefing with some broke nggaz they ain’t got no motion I got my fie he got his fie We ride or die If he blow I’m blowing Nggaz gon throw rocks and hide their hands And tell police (if you know you know it ) Lately I feel important Nggaz always say my name like I pay the mortgage But they ain’t got no crib Nggaz rapping on the net in somebody shit Bitch I been ran up a check and Packed my bags and moved out my mama crib This shit fckd up Rats don’t get glorified where I come from Terror squad like Joey crack Hit em wit that lean back He a hum bum But he just like all them nggaz They all gon tell sum I feel like EST without the G Like Mr T I could have a 14 And bust it down with me & bro a Vick a piece I don’t smoke nicotine but need a bean Im Tryna geek Ima big dog M… put it on So when I’m cold I need a mink I need my bitch on fleek I feel like Loonie B I ain’t SG or S.G But I SD I keep the lights on Like I’m fpl you can ask G Hit the road with Uncle Sam & get it Tax free Every turn around we bring it back I’m the type to be labbing in da trap I be really like I’m 21- 50 I’m a fckn job Damn I mean a Jabb I ain’t never had a job I remember jacking cars Now I’m tryna be a superstar Now she wanna suck my D I just left a bitch on seen Is you gon hold it down or you gon tell police Feel like Yak I’m back for everything Married to the game without a wedding ring Bitch my arm reach stretch From port au Prince to way to meddilian I feel like big homie Hit him with the Yop cuz he wit homie Uh Fck it hit him with the Sock like I’m Mic forley Pull his top back step on that Fck ngga like he a roach Hit him with that OK we gon okie doke Make that chop sing like Bobby bushay Then we gon hokish pokiss We beefing with some broke nggaz they ain’t got no motion I got my fie he got his fie We ride or die If he blow I’m blowing Nggaz gon throw rocks and hide their hands And tell police (if you know you know it )