YETTI

"From the floss to the death of me" "Get my nine from the deputy" "119 to the death of me" "119 to the death of me" Look Aye aye Tell em Look "Hop on the banshee hit the levy While the ds chasing shit steady Srkt to the trap niggas deady Hop in the v hit the hemi Got bitches wilding in the Telly Shooters wit me yeah they ready Don't f*ck around We got that yetti Put that shit to ya belly" Look Niggas moving like real crooks Like hold on what the move Yeah we in tune Up a hunned bands Nigga since June Niggas tryna follow wave Yeah We juggin in every state Countin this stu yal niggas late See the ds niggas gotta skate Only copp zipps nigga no eighths I play chess not checkers Chess board printed on my sweater Gang wildin kno no better Nigga ready kno I'm clever While I'm countin this cheddar Up a 50 in any weather Nigga i trap whenever F*ck a bitch that pleasure Demon time that terror Bitch naggin whatever Hustler mindset seller Free my dawgs from the cellar Free bounty my brother Taking trips to the yams Nigga Cali got grams Money counter for the bands Disrespect i got hands Numbers going up Like a bitch onlyfans "Fans Fans" "Hop on the banshee hit the levy While the ds chasing shit steady Srkt to the trap niggas deady Hop in the v hit the hemi Got bitches wilding in the Telly Shooters wit me yeah they ready Don't f*ck around We got that yetti Put that shit to ya belly" "LOOK" Fucking up real sauce in the streets feeling like a real boss Like tell a nigga f*ck off matter fact it's a tip my team ready lift off like a supper bowl kick off Niggas wanna act up ready kno brodie gon slap up you nd ya mans gon get clapped up Niggas moving proper stay wit packs up niggas can't lack up "SHEESHHH" Look Brodie gon Brodie gon "WHAT" Yal bitches real smuts Thank god im racked up Bandemic gave yal guts Can't show no love Could never leave my gun Niggas kno wassup G-lock always tuck It's Up it Nd it's stuck Up it let it buck We dont give a f*ck "Hop on the banshee hit the levy While the ds chasing shit steady Srkt to the trap niggas deady Hop in the v hit the hemi Got bitches wilding in the Telly Shooters wit me yeah they ready Don't f*ck around We got that yetti Put that shit to ya belly"