YEA YEA (STAR BANDZ Remix)

(Cyrus) Stupid You niggas down and steady trolling Nigga, come outside Boxed the whip with Sav, I'm smokin' opps Bitch, I'm on my mind They need to free my nigga Meer, like man, I miss my slime Niggas know to duck they fuckin' taco every time we slide I don't know why they talkin' wet I got they drop Riding through this bitch, a hundred on my P bitch, don't get dropped I know you see them niggas dying, bitch, don't get popped fuckin' with opps, Them niggas down, they need to keep their head up And check that clock, nigga It ain't no duckin', it's a switch on every glock, nigga Ain't no nigga every scored on us, shit get blocked, nigga Speak on Tee, we pullin' up, shit get boxed, nigga Ain't no sliding down my shit, gon' get stopped, nigga 60 in the chop, I'll drop this bitch on the box, nigga Open your mouth, pick up your pants, I only want your top They stood up on links, they ain't on shit cause they won't send they drop Bitch, if Trey bail out the whip then im bailing out We tryna hit his top Don't call my phone with all that yellin Bitch, I bang on shit Hit that nigga block and crack his melon Tryna stain some shit Lil' bro done hopped up off that porch, he getting trained and shit Boy, I ain't playin' with this shit Speak on bro, you get a flame, lil' bitch Like, who the f*ck is dog n' nem, and why the f*ck they dissin With my nigga Fred, we through this bitch, we hoopin' like the pistols Ain't no niggas slidin' down this bitch fishin', they gone end up missing' Box up on my Glock, I shoot that bitch, know it ain't no missin