And yeah ft. Obg Mightyy Lyrics

I said, tell me how you feelin' I'm in the booth, I feel like tweakin' out

And that chopstick in my pants, Play Peek-a-boo, how we be peekin' out

Shawty tellin' me she feen'n, cause she know young Dizzy beat it up

Wait, wait, okay, okay, better not get close Better not get chose

Told him that the world is cold, it ain't my fault he froze

If black don't crack, then do a line and make him fight the blow

Go and dump the rest out of that bih , he tryna fight some more

Pass it to the team, it ain't my fault you tryna wife a thot

Doo doo on the beat, so don't be askin' if I wiped or not

Had to let it chill, got off the mic and it was pipin' hot

And yeah, I got the neck, so don't be askin' if I piped or not

And yeah, I'm in next, so don't be askin' if you in or not

And yeah, I got a check, so don't ask me if I get or knot

And yeah, he made it threat, so don't ask me why he get a box

Sexy red, I hop up in this bih like, Shake yo dread locs

Tell me how you feel, I'm in the booth, I feel like tweakin' out

And that chopstick in my pants, Play Peek-A-Boo, how we be peekin' out

Shawty tellin' me she feen'n , cause she know young Dizzy beat it up

Wait, wait,

Hold up, I think I blew the speakers out, nah, they still knockin' out

Talkin' slow, my bro roll up a 4, I'm sippin' Wocky juice

Reduce that boy to atoms, thinkin' he gon' touch a follicle

Chase him down, ain't no runnin' from em, they gon' follow you

And yeah, I'm in next, so don't be askin' if you in or not

And yeah, I got a check, so don't ask me if I get a knot

And yeah, he made it threat, so don't ask me why he get a box

Sexy red, I hop up in this bih, like shake yo dread locs

Sexy red, I hop up in the whip, and skrrt the car off

My life ain't gettin' spicy like Tabasco, call me hot sauce

I might just call her Margarita, cause she get my rocks off

I'm quick to up the Glock, quick draw

I act the standoff, Evil money on the flow

Evil money on ya hoe, Evil money on the beat

This Evil money way to heat

when I wake up, pray to God before I even brush my teeth

You know I gotta hit the road, bitch, I be gone for the week

Been tryin' to make some pape for my people, I can barely sleep

Rather feed my people than myself, I don't wanna eat

I told my moms, trust a person, so now I'm back on my feet

And you can't take back what you said, you ain't got no receipt

And yeah, I'm next, so don't be askin' if you in or not

And yeah, I got a check, so don't ask me if I get or knot

And yeah, he made a threat, so don't ask me why he get a box

Sexy red, I hop up in bih, like shake yo dread locks…

If you ain't with it, better act like it, bucko