Yeap! lyrics

[Intro: T.I.]
Yeap, yeap
Okay, okay
Yeap, yeap
Okay, okay, okay

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I double cup my lean, while I penetratin' your ho
Shorty Im twice as raw as you seen
By far the coolest you know
n*gga you can ask anybody you know bout me they tell ya shawty gon' go
I been bout it, you know bout me shawty known for banging that four
Okay, I keep warrant no I.D., got a couple bad b*tches by me
You can't be walkin .. with that two lead don't try me
Try lotto my auto cost two million euros
These hoes all on me like they think my manure gold
Okay these hoes be actin' up
These n*ggas be actin' tough
Hustle Gang, everybody got rap with us
Wanna see her I dont even gotta ask to f*ck
See your chicken' my pimpin as soon as I walked in
She just asked me one question, she said do you like woman who really like woman?
I came with my friends and we comin' with you
Is you with it? I was just like

[Chorus: T.I.]
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That right? That Right?
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[Verse 2: B.o.B]
I pull up front about four doors
I'mma roll up blunts with about four O's
I'mma young n*gga with an old soul
That's why these n*ggas all got my old flow
They get mad cause they hoes chose
I'mma slang that wood, I'mma throw that oak
I dont call her back, cause I dont owe that ho
I just ignore that b*tch like I don't know that ho
Aye,did you know that?
Everyday is a Kodak
And they ain't know me till I went Pop
But I was gettin' money way before that
With your main b*tch on my floor mat
When I'm finished with her here's your ho back
I told that b*tch, don't act like you know I wouldn't call where your coat at?
n*ggas is freezing Hustle Gang season
Goons on the payroll, looking for a reason to create some balance when sh*t gets uneven
So say what you mean and do no be misleading
sh*t the f*ck up when real n*ggas is speaking
Cause life is a game and you will be deleted
n*gga, you will be obsoleted
You will witness the rise of the Phoenix (gang)

[Chorus: T.I.]
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That right? That Right?
Okay okay okay
[Verse 3: Young Dro]
Kill em in the Benz, kill em in the drop
Up my flow n*gga hit em with the pop
n*gga I'mma rebel slash killer misionary
I be going f*ckin' stupid, I'mma f*ckin adversary
Backyard cemetary,where you wanna get buried?
Put you right next to the b*tch named Mary
That's the last b*tch I motherf*ckin' strangle'd
She tried to set me up, so I hung her like a hanger
I'mma keep it real I'm a God damn singer
I can hit a note like Aretha damn Franklin
But I bet I still snap on a God damn banger
n*gga I'll work your b*tch like a trainer
Hit it from the back, then tell b*tch push up
di*k on the chin, yeah b*tch chin up
Trick got bent up, pockets on fill up
If your sick of looking at a n*gga b*tch spit up
Forty-five grand on my motherf*ckin' wrists
I like you ho, I finna blow that b*tch a kiss
If she stick around, I'm a throw the b*tch di*k
If the b*tch get smart, I dont throw the b*tch sh*t
I like doing this, but I love doing that
Horse this label n*gga need to get on my back
n*gga I'll run to the motherf*ckin' end
Call me Joe Biscuit, I'mma win
Ain't gettin' paper, Trick come again
b*tch I'm inside you just like a sin
Ya'll n*gga friendemy's ya'll ain't friends
Hustle Gang n*gga we ain't never gon' bend
[Chorus: T.I.]
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Okay, okay, okay
Yeap, yeap
That right? That Right?
That right? That Right?
Okay okay okay

[Verse 4: Trae The Truth]
Yeah n*gga money really long
Chopper down what the f*ck you n*ggas really on?
f*ck n*gga you can see I'm worth a million
Tell em my hustle be a minute before this milli gone
Truth got it on lock no keys on em
Push a n*gga top back no breeze on em
Give a n*gga the whole clip I squeeze on em
Ice game so cold I sneeze on em
Somebody kill before I make sh*t freeze on em
I don't talk about sh*t I put fees on em
They'll get and put another couple G's on em
Make em put them in the dirt grow trees on em
I'll throw a motherf*ckin' fit
This two-door Phantom you ain't f*ckin' with
Jump out like b*tch who you f*ckin with?
Not me, evidently you ain't f*ckin sh*t
I'm gold in my zone can't nobody come save us
I'm turnt to the max, diamonds looking like Vegas
I ball like Durant, rep the west like the Lakers
I do this for real other n*ggas is fakers
Yeah, n*ggas better get they mind right
When they come to get money, n*gga mine right
When its time to shine on em, I'mma shine bright
Jet black Audemars my time right

[Chorus: T.I.]
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That right? That Right?
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