Slangin Yayo lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro]
Yeah, it's your boy Lil B, n*gga (Yeah)
Shouts out to SALEM
You know I got choppers on deck (Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo)
Five hundred, hundred thousand n*gga, hundred million
Come see n*gga, Evil Red Flame, you feel me?
Uh

[Verse]
Hatin' b*tches, f*ck with me
Based God I'm the baller of the f*ckin' century
n*ggas mad I'm from Waterfront
Got the tiny pants and I'm strapped up
AK on my side, I'm that pretty b*tch
You gon' f*ck with me? You so petty
b*tch I make twenty thousand off rollerskatin'
Kristi Yamaguchi, iced-out necklace
b*tch I got a cellphone and it don't never ring
I'm off 'til 11:30, Randy Moss jersey
Evil Red Flame I don't think you heard me
Tear b*tches and they all respect my knowledge
Got ten cars, got a hundred b*tches
Stuff her in the trunk, I think I'm Homer Simpson
Got that yellow, I need that 40 grip
Same sh*t, sell it off
I'm teeming, and I'm high as f*ck
n*ggas think I'm low but I'm powered up
n*ggas think I'm gay until I f*ck they sl*ts
n*ggas think I'm broke 'til I bought that Phantom
'Til I buy that Bentley, b*tches came from Santa
Merry Christmas hold that Glock nine two forty
Powered up, still thinkin' that I'm E-40
You feel me?
Check me this, check this
[Chorus]
Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Slangin' yayo, to get my mayo
Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Slangin' yayo, to get my mayo

[Outro]
Hope I don't go back to slangin' yayo
Slangin' yayo
(Shouts out to [?] Red Flame n*gga [?])
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