Supa Dupa Jesus - Yello Drank lyrics

[Intro - Nappy] Yeahhhhhh It's Nappy Wa**up baby? Yello errthing this time you know what I'm talkin bout Yello pages, yello cab, yellostone Yello wolf, yello fever, yello submarine, yello Xanax bars Yello garden spider Yello drank on tap for my team It's Money! [Official Shout - 6xPlatinum] Six stacks for the streets! Keep it streets Money Team keepin' streets [Verse 1: RySarm] Me and yo girl are cute together, she got all my semen Yo raps lighter than a feather, mine just got its gym in Drive you crazy like a beetle, I don't mean John Lennon Bunch of odd todds in here my name steven I'm nuts like a peanut you can call me Charles Tillman I'm better than most, thats why they hate me, I can't fit in So you wanna be funny, braggin cuz on the table you found a lil money From your parents, right And they called to you like honey That's supposed to stay on here and you would just ignore and say "Boy I'm gettin paper" [Verse 2: EP] I'm about to sentence your innocence when I spit with my deliverance ExpensivePasta's Ep coming soon, what a coincidence Signed with the Money$Team, f** the YMCMB busy-ness Using my serious rhymes, quit rapping with your silly-ness Doing this verse justice, like J. Cole did on Beautiful Bliss Heard yo mom did p**n, I'll I have to say is tsk, tsk I handle my first song, like I handled my first kiss EP swiftly, sticks his dick inside of Taylor Swift [Verse 3: J-Franks] Cookin' up that Yello Drank in my queasy bake oven Money$Team don't give a f**, I just made a baker's dozen Drink it all day long, this sh** is just my type Life gave me lemons, now my rhymes so ripe Money$Team pack heat, call that sh** Wade, Dwyane The rest are all scared, don't tell me that's a lemon stain You gotta mix it up, shake it up, whirl it up, stir 'em You want to taste Yello Drank? First you gotta taste urine [Verse 4: FreeJC] Yello, yello my America with a yello b**h named Erika I told the game, "Honey, if you lucky I'm gon' marry ya," My boy Wizzle sold out when he mixed it with that black But I mix yello with that green, I'm a champ like the Pack You push a lemon, boy, my Phantom look freshly squeezed Can't call chumps competition cause they getting seized Crowds congregate, JC a cold playing fellow My part was Chris Martin, it was all yello [Verse 5: Supa Dupa Jesus] Uhh, y'all screamin f** hashtag flow...Zucherbergs Y'all on your on earth sippin purp, so f** ya words Cla**y sippin that yello, screamin 'cheerio'...f** Honey Nut Icy yello suit..Fergie pants, drive the honeys nuts Banana clips in my pants, call them sh**'s pajamas Y'all envious, cause y'all can't get swole...Anti- Bruce Banner Houston bites our drinks, BasedGod prays to us Cept they f*ggoty pink, Money$Team stay yello like Gucci's bus