Yung Mal - Yeah Yeah lyrics

Aye, Southside .. Guwop (Gucci) Eskimo s**t, homie Evil Genius, Wop It's Gucci Shoutout my partner Rozay Eskimo s**t, n***a What, n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah. Give ‘em hell Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel .. flow, I swear she rock them solid tips (brr brr) Said she f**k with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it's Guwop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh well They call me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr) Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I'm the mayor (EA) I signed Pablo, he told me, “Go get Mal and Quill” (Blo, Mal) ‘Cause we so trill (Quill, Wop) Yeah, f**k 12, I'm a Eskimo myself (brr brr) Can't sign no snitch a*s n***a, that would hurt my rep (no) Found out he p***y, told him keep the cash and dip. Yeah yeah. (x15) Real n***as only, y'all n***as, y'all some h**s Yeah, n***a, we froze, yeah, n***a, we Eskimos (1017 s**t) Yeah, they didn't know that we used to be poor Yeah, drippin' designer, ooh, from my head to my toe F**k on your ho, go get the dough (go get it) Then I go get me some mo' (I need it) Used to trap dope at the stove (I used to) Ooh, whippin' the dope Yeah, Dolce Gabana peacoat (dingy) I'm ballin' like Gucci the coach (I'm ballin') Step on these n***as, you just a lil roach (lil roach) Yeah, rich n***a like Lil Boat (rich n***a) Water on my neck the coast (water) Look in my eyes and they say don't approach (look at me, n***a) Cookin' the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom) All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds) All my b**hes bad, they do the most (she bad) I be poppin' tags to jump in the Ghost Gotta watch your swag, they takin' down notes Swear b**hes like the j**ellery, make ‘em vote. Yeah yeah. (x15) Iceberg, yeah I see you hang from over here Hatin' n***a, that chopper hit your a*s from over here All these h**s on my d**k ‘cause I signed me a deal Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil' Bust down on my left wrist, I should've bought a crib (ice) The pack just touched down, that's a football field Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair We ain't had s**t, we were waitin' on some welfare Now we up, b***h, we got racks tucked everywhere Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah Got so much cash, this s**t not fair I f**ed the b***h once, but I ain't bought no hair We can take a trip, might fly on the .. Hop out the b***h and I'm fresh in Moncler Yeah, ride with the stick on the front door Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain't near done yet Try to reach for my s**t, wouldn't dare Can't show no love to no n***a, wouldn't dare All the bullsh** goin' in and out one ear They broke, I don't care. Yeah yeah. (x15)