Yahoo Me, Google Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Smokecamp Chino]
No friends, no new friends
No loose ends, this sh*t new
This sh*t hot, this sh*t true
This sh*t bang, this sh*t true
Blessed boy, like [?]
Kush hit like kung foo
2020, 40 cal, that clip fit 15 times 2
Bust looking like icicals
Chopper play, I don't like pistols
Took his b*tch, toldher come through, then told her ride my Bicycle
You can talk that money, or you can talk to that cannon
We can play this sh*t like we grown, or I can kidnap your family
Tryna cop it, then we serving
That tan white, that weed purple
f*ck this [?] he mad that I do that, Steve Urkel
You can be mad, don't act mad
f*ck around, get clapped man
That boy just got surrounded by more dots than Pack-Man
Beat his ass, he'll kill me
So f*ck that, I ain't fighting
Up mack, go bang bang, like f*ck that, I ain't Tyson
It's the same young amazing
A.C. Entertainment
Got them yelling out that f*ckery
And Kidd got them cranking
b*tch
[Chorus: Smokecamp Chino & Cash Kidd]
Young amazing, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lotta n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me
Cash Kidd, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lottas n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me
Young amazing, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lotta n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me
Cash Kidd, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lottas n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Killed the pus*y, ho, rest in peace
All shooters standing next to me
If I tell them to, they'll bust your teeth
When I give them the word, spelling B
f*ck a b*tch, and then tell her leave
I'm in the street like Sesame
Shoot you up in your living room
Leave your carpet red like a celebrity
Goddamn, let's get it poppin
Light your head like Dennis Rodman
On my mama, we got this game wrapped up, call that Christmas shopping
[?] b*tch at all times
You see it poking, b*tch, why the f*ck is you staring at me?
To suck my di*k, you need to focus
Shout out all my ex b*tches
f*ck and leave, I don't sweat b*tches
Bust a nut then act different
Up out of here like a deaf n*gga
Got your b*tch, not taking pictures
Chasing money, I ain't chasing b*tches
f*ck a b*tch, she can't take the di*k
Got her hands shaking, rock, paper, scissors
Run up in that fed blast
Leave you stuck like freeze tag
I ball til I fall
You can call that an incomplete pass
My b*tch go both ways
Like the eyes on [?]
I pass hoes like Steve Nash
Sleeping on my floor, get a bean bag
n*gga
[Chorus: Smokecamp Chino & Cash Kidd]
Young amazing, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lotta n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me
Cash Kidd, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lottas n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me
Young amazing, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lotta n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me
Cash Kidd, b*tch, Yahoo me, Google me
A lottas n*ggas wild, wanna do me
Do me