Yellow Tape lyrics

by

King Los


[Verse 1: Los]
God damn, they done called on the big dog
Cause they know I got that automatic kill all the static
f*ck all you n*ggas, you fugaizi
Your crew all fakes
Now I done f*cked all of your b*tches
I'm vicious, I did it, I get it, and double my n*gga
Be humble my n*gga, I f*ck around and crumble n*gga
That bread that you said you getting, that's just a crumb to a n*gga
Don't mumble my n*gga, man say that out loud, boy
Man what you speakin? is you geeking off that loud, boy?
Make your b*tch pop a pill looking like an Altoid
High as an asteroid
If I had to ask, don't matter what n*gga next
He ain't fly as the last boy
You don't get a pass boy, you ain't gotta passport
She don't need a boarding pass so your b*tches passed bored freak ho
Shoot a free throw, from the half court
Man these n*gga's ask for it, two hundred and twenty on my dashboard
You n*ggas talk about it, but ain't really got that cash for it
I was in the streets, they said you should have signed with Bad Boy
So I did once, lost that and came back for it
When I throw shots at you squares, turn your head into backboard
Chalk like a blackboard

[Hook: Pizzle]
It's too many n*ggas in the way
[?] now it's too late
Life in my hands, I control your fate
We came into the building to renovate
Leave the scene with yellow tape
Gotta leave the scene with yellow tape
I ain't really got no time to waste
The opposite all you n*ggas
Yeah, Los, what up?
Krip what's happenin?
It's Pizzle, b*tch

[Verse 2: Pizzle]
Yeah, I'm ready to make all these whack n*ggas suffer
Attack when they acting tough, put the tactics out
When [?] pound for the signs, they wanna hash it out
Mother nature with the K, I'm here to give you n*ggas hell
I catch a body, caught a Taxi with the black and white twelves
[?], yo your b*tch on my genitalia
[?] tell these n*ggas thanks you for the king
[?] opportunity to put two in a n*gga head
I pursue until the n*gga dead, I'm eluding the feds
n*gga's wanna see the best, OK there it is
Here to make these n*ggas see the light, Thomas Edison
Got money inside, swear to God they better let us in
Spend it all then, then I bought some more, come
I want some Marilynn
I'm taking a trip to the top, ain't no topping me
I'm going to tackle all that sh*t you poppin' sound like Chewbacca
Thought I lost a little thunder, caught a serge like Ibaka
n*ggas thinkin they Ibaka, til a n*gga f*ck your block up
[?] Maserati, your b*tch on the side of me like [?]
n*ggas will never get to what I achieve
I just need my sh*t to stick like we eat Chinese
They talking on the Internet, address it like an IP
pus*y ass n*gga
Oh, pus*y ass n*gga
Oh, pus*y

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