To I Yawn lyrics

[Intro: QuisActive]
(Tr-Tra-Trap Money Biggie)
Uh-huh
Unfortunately, you f*ckin' with one man (This a Anti Beat)
Drum man (This is Petro Gang)
Shazam (Nyeahh)

[Verse 1: QuisActive]
Run up and get hit by a bomb
I'm with a brown-skin b*tch and she bad
We hit the store, she be pickin' that Don
I got so many bags, I can start up a farm
I ain't toting no semi, I'll knock off your arm
With this b*tch in my palm, b*tch, I feel like LeBron
We get that sh*t in then we get that sh*t gone
3 confiscate ice, don't get that sh*t pawned
I bet you we'll sit on this b*tch 'til I yawn
Come get you a load, come get you a bar
That fat sh*t on me right under my arm
Got Drac' and the blatt when I'm ridin' with Osama
She diggin' my drip, I be chasin' them commas
Them n*ggas be cap, they don't never come step
I'm f*cking with 3, we might slide out a Vette
When I'm in the city, I'm moving with Blatt
How the f*ck is you dissin'? The f*ck is your hats?
I'm f*cking your b*tch, ball her up on the couch
You up more than twenty, life run in your house
It's a chase on the north, take they ass to the south
Stick my cleat in the dirt, put that b*tch in your mouth
[Verse 2: 3o$ama]
That b*tch had a butt but her stomach a pouch
I'll bring me a blanket to sit on your house
Fat sh*t blowin', he start screaming "Ouch!"
Get on one knee with this b*tch and I crouch
I ain't f*ckin' with bro 'cause he turned to a mouse
sh*t really get deep, get you cracked for a ounce
sh*t really get deep, get you cracked for a P
Hop out with a P, n*ggas quick on they feet
He got shot and ain't spin, I ain't f*ckin' with Feet
I'll go through the O looking sweet in the Jeep
Got shot in his stomach, he can't even eat
Two tapping that Blatt, n*ggas shuffle they feet
n*ggas riding the bench, where the f*ck is your cleats?
Put a opp in a hemp and he f*cked up my sheet
Put a opp in a classic, this sh*t hittin' great
Cut the grass for the snakes, I be usin' the rake
Purple tip Rollie, got hit by a grape
I'm f*ckin' with Act, he could program the strikes
Going over two-hundred, bro, tappin' the breaks
I score on the opps, then I go to first base

[Verse 3: QuisActive]
I'm f*ckin' with life, tryna jack him a 'Cler
The trap sh*t get loose, you better watch where you turn
I took up my clucker to run me a eron
I'm punchin' it straight and them tires gon' burn
I'm punchin' it straight and them tires gon' squeak
Don't go to the net, leave that sh*t in the street
That blatt on my dip, I ain't duckin' no beef
We planned how we get 'em, both sides of the street
I still touch a dyke, throw a cut 'til she step
I'm bringin' the bomb, I'ma drop off a truck
That sh*t get to rolling, your ass bet—
That sh*t get to rolling, your ass better duck
I go through the opps and be grabbin' my shovel
I'm in a Kia boy, pushin' the pedal
Come off the waist and I'm lettin' off seven
Ask about Osama, he spinned out the Rover
Horns on my head, now, I feel like the Devil
Sippin' that Drake sh*t throwin' me off schedule
I still catch a "Querido" from a Mexican
We in the striker, the tags say "Texas"
Catch your BM, we gon' ball up her—
Catch your BM, we gon' ball up her Lexus
n*ggas keep sendin' them disses so we catch 'em
Last n*gga got his ass put on that stretcher (TrapMoneyBiggie)
Back on that wall and it taught me a lesson
Threw out the standard and slapped in a step-in
I give her shots from the waist, I'ma bless 'em (This a Anti beat)
Glock is a 10, I ain't toting a western (I ain't toting a western, n*gga)
[Outro]
(This is Petro Gang)