Big Kuntry King - Yeah Remix lyrics

[Intro - Big Kuntry King] P$C Block ENT You know who this is mane, Big Kuntry King C'mon Aye C'mon Aye C'mon [Chorus - Big Kuntry King] I'm in the club like Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye You popping pills? Yeah I'm on it XO? Yeah I'm on it You got the dro? Yeah I'm on it You got them hoes? Yeah I'm on it I'm in the club like Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Grey Goose? Yeah I'm on it On Patron? Yeah I'm on it You got the dro? Yeah I'm on it You got them hoes? Yeah I'm on it [Verse 1 - Yung Joc] Aye, nothing like a P$C and Block ENT party n***a Real n***as with real money, folk seeking Ferraris n***a Dead b**hes everywhere, twenties and fifties, throw them out Slap them on they derriere, pull the dro and blow it out If you see a scrub in the club, n***a point him out Trying in the V.I.P.'s, no love, we throwing them out Tell them plenty position, n***a stay in your lane I'm f** with real n***as like my n***a Kuntry King So don't give me no lip, HK on my hip, get a hitter for flip Need a Band-Aid for your drip? In case you wondering, know how I'm balling where I stay It's them Boyz 'N' Da Hood, we in the club like aye [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Big Kuntry King] Give me a bottle of Patron, and a blunt of kush I'm good to go I'm high as f**, I'm in "The Matrix", bent on moving slow Yes I'm the flyest, who told you that? The Oracle How could you ever doubt me? Ask your hoe she know Kuntry King (Kuntry King) no question, I'm on it mane Making busts all in the club, how you do that? I make it rain And I got some more stacks, I'm finna make it storm b**h Because you seeing money, don't try, thunder on my hip P$C and Block in here, T.I.P. Yung Joc in here That means more pill popping, chicks pop in here We over here, yeah, tell them this is how high Popping rubber bands, got them drinks on ice [Chorus] [Verse 3 - T.I.] I got a pistol in my pocket, throwing money in the air Tell them b**hes get with pimping, ain't no money over there Aye, you see Kuntry over there, throwing hundreds in the sky Yeah this rap sh** mine, I'ma run until I die And you can run and you can hide, and you can talk and you can floss You be running for your lives when I knock you n***as off Aye, I can show you how to floss, Chevy with the dual exhaust The old school cost a hundred thousand cash, real talk I know you n***as real soft, never be a real boss Keep kicking and sneak dissing, get them caps peeled off The verses going to get you hurt, I don't care if the world saw Your girl just saw me go off with Yung Joc we in the club like [Chorus]