YellowTape lyrics

[Intro: Pimp Tobi]
Aye
Who made the beat? Apollo hoe
Aye

[Chorus: Pimp Tobi]
I'm on a roll with a low
Blowin' on biscotti got my eyes gettin' low
Big nickel one me too slugs fat like an uce
And I'm finna po' a fo' I just scored on some juice
Yellow tape a n*gga block leave a n*gga on the news
Seven point six twos knock a n*gga out his shoes (Graa, graa graa)

[Verse 1: Pimp Tobi]
n*ggas always sayin' what they gon' do
Everybody got guns but who goin' shoot?
The b*tch you in love wit' she old news
Why you got her on a leash let that b*tch choose
Touch his chicken like a n*gga work at Popeyes
Keep a forty or better f*ck a Glock nine
Skrtin' down his block we ain't stoppin' at no stop signs
Pull up, hit the break, pop the door, f*ck a drive by
n*ggas hatin' on me n*gga I don't even know why
I've been out the way n*gga tryna get that check right
Aye, I been tryna get that check right
Drop a n*gga then I'm gone on the next flight
This choppa get to singin' like it's Left Eye
b*tch I don't even wanna f*ck with the neck like

[Chorus: Pimp Tobi]
I'm on a roll with a low
Blowin' on biscotti got my eyes gettin' low
Big nickel one me too slugs fat like an uce
And I'm finna po' a fo' I just scored on some juice
Yellow tape a n*gga block leave a n*gga on the news
Seven point six twos knock a n*gga out his shoes (Graa, graa graa)

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Seven point six twos knock a shirt off a n*gga
Up Glock to his face bring the nerd outta n*gga
Pay attention when I speak you gon' learn som' different
And watching that sprite bubble up was when I first got addicted
Yeah we play wit' big kays but we ain't cappin' n*gga
And that's a good game you talk show some action n*gga
I get payed to speak my mind ain't no rappin' n*gga
A n*gga reach for this chain then it's bad for n*ggas
Let these n*ggas play wit' me it's gon' get hectic in this b*tch
Hundred shots, spin this runner, while I set trip in the whip
Protected by these ghetto angels plus this weapon on my hip
And we a hop out leave a mess just for messin' wit' the clique
I won't let a n*gga check me better go and check that b*tch
'Cause if you come at me wrong we gon' make you rest in p*ss on it

[Outro: Pimp Tobi]
Skrtin' down his block we ain't stoppin' at no stop signs
Pull up, hit the break, pop the door, f*ck a drive by
n*ggas hatin' on me n*gga I don't even know why
I've been out the way n*gga tryna get that check right
Aye, I been tryna get that check right
Drop a n*gga then I'm gone on the next flight
This choppa get to singin' like it's Left Eye
b*tch I don't even wanna f*ck with the neck like