Yellow Tape lyrics

by

Mario


[Intro]
Stand behind the yellow tape
Stand behind the yellow tape
Stand behind the yellow tape (Yeah)
Stand behind the yellow tape

[Verse 1]
Wait a second, wait a minute
Don't compare me to them other n*ggas
Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson
I'm 'bout to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance
Where the real friends at when you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
All by my lonely, lonely
What happened to the b*tches and the party?
A hundred bottles, that was every weekend
b*tches piled up in my crib like a Colosseum
After 3 A.M., you know we gettin' freaky
Hella one-night stands, b*tches catchin' feelings
Tired of fake lovin'
Fake Hollywood, ain't 'bout sh*t
Fake gang bangin' and claimin' to pop sh*t
Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, stop it (Huh)

[Verse 2]
Soo-woo, been a n*gga, been about it
And if it's my time to go, I'm takin' errybody
Don't care, my n*ggas, we shootin' anybody
And if it ain't your business, n*gga, don't worry about it, oh-oh
I hear 'em talkin' down on me, down on me
Well, where they at tonight? Got a hundred rounds on me
I think I had it up to here, my n*gga (Huh)
You know, your killers, they fear my n*ggas (Huh)
So what you tryna, tryna do, tryna, tryna do?
Dancin' 'round the issue, b*tch, you know you runnin' out of moves
I keep it real, my n*gga (Huh)
This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil', my n*gga (Yeah)
Give a f*ck about how you feel, my n*gga
Got the mic, life a horror movie, feel like Thriller
Passive-aggressive b*tches always actin' all timid
Won't help you make no money, but I bet they help you spend it (Huh)
[Refrain]
Had a meetin' with the Devil last week
Couldn't believe what he said to me (Huh)
"Here, take this contract, signature, please
You can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep"
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes
Battlin' my demons, I'm the only one who see (Huh)
I got the fire blazin', burnin' all the weed
I bet that Hell ain't hotter than this f*ckin' Hennessy, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Two feet off the ground (Woah-woah)
Like why am I livin' here?
Up and down, up and down (Woah-woah)
I think I might drown from my tears
I cry 'cause my fate is sold
Too many tears, I'm thinkin' 'bout endin' here
Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh
Stand behind the yellow tape (Ayy!)
Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take)
Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh)
Stand behind the yellow tape (Hey!)
Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take)
Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape
(Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh)
Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot
Stand behind the yellow tape
[Verse 3]
Wonder if God got a sense of humor
I hope you know that he see all that sh*t you doin'
Know I'm a sinner, but I hope that he still listen to me
Temptation and fornication, he know I love the pus*y
Misdirection with no connection, ain't no substance
She just wanna f*ck, whatever happened to us love makin'?
You don't wanna be in the club when you a old lady
And I know that I'm too f*cked up to love my own lady
Ain't gon' lie, every n*gga cheat, frontin' like they poppin' bottles
All these n*ggas cheap, me? I'm standin' on my wallet
It don't mean I ain't lonely
In the Hills, all the way up, UberX sittin' at the bottom
You know I ain't gotta flex, n*gga, know I got it
Chain cost a quarter mil', for me, that's a couple dollars
Sayin', "f*ck it," takin' porn stars to Benihanas
What's the point of rock and rollin' without the gunpowder?

[Refrain]
Had a meetin' with the Devil last week
Couldn't believe what he said to me (Huh)
"Here, take this contract, signature, please
You can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep"
Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes
Battlin' my demons, I'm the only one who see (Huh)
I got the fire blazin', burnin' all the weed
I bet that Hell ain't hotter than this f*ckin' Hennessy, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Two feet off the ground (Woah-woah)
Like why am I livin' here?
Up and down, up and down (Woah-woah)
I think I might drown from my tears
I cry 'cause my fate is sold
Too many tears, I'm thinkin' 'bout endin' here
Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take
Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh
Stand behind the yellow tape (Ayy!)
Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take)
Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh (Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh)
Stand behind the yellow tape (Hey!)
Go, bang, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take (That's all it take)
Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape
(Way-oh, way-oh, way-oh, way-oh)
Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot
Stand behind the yellow tape
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