Yeh lyrics

by

Quality Control, Marlo & Offset


[Intro]
Ayoza
What the f*ck?
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
b*tches f*cking, b*tches f*cking, the trap be bunking, the trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I rob, yeah, I kill
Yeah, I get them deals out them California hills
Just because I fell back, that don't mean I fell off
I got big dawg status, hitters knock your head off
Smoking weed at the school, gettin' in trouble with the law
Hard headed ass n*gga, mama said your ass soft
Hard headed ass n*gga damn near knocking heads off
Daddy found out I was GD, damn near knocked my chest off
Never been a scared n*gga, never been no dumb n*gga
I was 'bout that bread, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga
At 15, popping meds, n*gga, could've been a dead n*gga
You heard what I said, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga
[Chorus]
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
b*tches f*cking, b*tches f*cking, the trap be bunking, the trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
b*tches f*cking, b*tches f*cking, the trap be bunking, the trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 2]
What the f*ck? That my adlib
At first they wanna hate me, 'til I run off on a deal
Do that n*gga got a hundred? Do that n*gga got a mil'?
Boy, don't worry about my pockets, come and pick up your ho heels
YRN diamond chains give a n*gga chill
Bet that she wan' f*ck me now, she suck me soft until I'm still
Stupid boy, don't ask what's popping if you tryna make a deal
Boy, the only thing popping is these motherf*cking pills
Weed vacuum sealed, ayy, put 'em on the wheels, uh
Get it out the mud even though I got a deal
It is what it is, my n*gga, this sh*t real
Ten toes on my feet, ain't no stranger to the field
[Chorus]
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
b*tches f*cking, b*tches f*cking, the trap be bunking, the trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah
Head banger, head banger, twisted fingers, twisted fingers
P's working, P's working, phone twerking, phone twerking
b*tches f*cking, b*tches f*cking, the trap be bunking, the trap be bunking
We came from nothing, we came from nothing
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah

[Outro]
Head Banger, head banger (Yeah)
Head Banger (Yeah), head banger
Head banger (Yeah), twisted fingers, twisted fingers
Twisted fingers, twisted fingers (Yeah)
Twisted fingas, twisted fingas (Yeah)
Yeah, n*gga, yeah, n*gga, yeah
(Goddamn, 'Za)
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