Yellow (Tape Edit) - Afta-1

Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers I'm in the Smoky Mountains sipping Par Probably gone pull up on Dolly Parton I be stepping on shit like I got a pardon And we smoking exotic, nobody farting Niggas run them pockets when I walk in the room Lot of guns, you can choose your doom Never sleeping, when you snooze you lose These bags on my eyes are Jimmy Choo Hit up your girl to help me bust a P down I'm selling bandana when I'm out in C-Town She hop in the panoramic and get beat down I trapped in your hood for hours, I made three rounds Buy it for one and I sell it for two Only me and boo, no more room in the coupe She be sipping that shit out of me like it's soup And I took that boy shit, now he gotta recoup Never doubt, I've never been in a drought Keep it coming in and getting it out Twenties, fifties, hundreds any amount Run my money, bitch stop running your mouth If you ain't a hustler, then we can not relate Money in the bank and we got racks in the safe Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate Hey Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers My brodie, my grodie, my nigga my homie He got taxed for that Act so we're pouring it slowly I'm unlocking my bully, I'm 'bout to go Broly And we prey on the opps so we leaving 'em holy I'm driving that Honda like I'm selling mid He thought all that talking was slick so we slid You're trying to get high while I'm trying to get rich I built a house with all these muhfuckin' bricks Don't call me by my government, call me Masta My music meant for all the trappers and bastards Trying to find out their place in the world like a travel agent Start a change, but they're ending it faster I told them young niggas stop playing with guns Red tips in the drum, this shit ain't for fun I'm unloading this bitch, I won't stop 'til it's done Had to foreign the whip, drop the top in the sun Hellcat the highway to heaven Size 17, boy I really be stepping Crush up your fingers so fuck who you're repping And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon Nigga free SK know we go EBK Said that shit to his face since he didn't behave Heard he spoke on my name, tell me what did he say? Imma pull up and see for myself, I can't wait We still upping the rate Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers

(Yeah) (Ah) (Yeah) Playing my song it's a bop, we never stop In my V6, yeah that thing gonna chop I polish my diamonds, call it shiny rocks They try to catch up I'm alone at the top I can't see the end I don't know when to stop (Ah) I can't escape All of these bands, yeah they moving, coming my way I'm making dough, I'm making bread, yeah the baker bakes Yeah I just keep around my team and my yellow tape You can't relate Yeah You gotta listen, yeah this is my word And I'm moving so quick I don't think that you heard Yeah I put on the tape and they run for the hills And they cannot keep up, I keep learning these skills If you think I'm gonna stop, you have made a mistake Yeah I came here to win, I did not come to play I'm on top of the trees, yeah you down in the caves They tryna tag me but I'm running this game (Ah) I don't know what to say Never made a song, probably did it wrong, but I caught the dub anyway When I join a code, they don't even know If it's really me or they just a fake Yeah they stick to me, like it's yellow tape Playing my song it's a bop We never stop In my V6, yeah that thing gonna chop I polish my diamonds, call it shiny rocks They try to catch up I'm alone at the top I can't see the end I don't know when to stop (Ah) I can't escape All of these bands, yeah they moving, coming my way I'm making dough, I'm making bread, yeah the baker bakes Yeah I just keep around my team and my yellow tape My yellow tape (Yeah)

Stay behind the Yellow Tape Stay behind the Yellow Tape Stay behind the Yellow Tape Yeah, stay behind the Yellow Tape Wait a second, wait a minute Don't compare me to them other niggas Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson I'm about to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance Where the real friends at when you really need 'em? When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em I bought my own lane, lonely What happen to the bitches in the party? A 100 bottles that was every weekend Bitches piled up in my crib like a Colosseum After 3 A.M., you know we getting freaky Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings Tired of fake loving, fake Hollywood, ain't 'bout shit Fake gang banging and they claiming to pop shit Fake titties and cocaine up they nostrils, stop It, huh Soo woo, a nigga, been about it And if it's my time to go, I'm taking everybody Don't care, my niggas, we shootin' anybody And if it ain't your business, nigga, don't worry about it, oh I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me But where they at tonight? Got a 100 rounds on me I think I had it up to here, my nigga, huh You know your killers, they fear my niggas, huh So what you tryna, tryna do, tryna, tryna do? Dancing round the issue, bitch, You know you're running out of moves I keep it real, my nigga, huh This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil, my nigga Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga Got the mic, life a horror movie, feel like thriller Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid Won't help you make no money But I bet they'll help you spend it, ha Had a meeting with the devil last week Couldn't believe what he said to me, huh "Here take this contract, signature please You can have it all but you know your soul, I'ma keep" Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes Battling my demons, I'm the only one who sees, ha I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed I bet the hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah Two feet off the ground, woah, woah, like why am I living here? Up and down, up and down, woah, woah, I think I might drown from my tears I cry 'cause my fate is sold, too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape Ayy, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape, hey Go bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't Stand behind the yellow tape Wonder if God got a sense of humor I hope you know that he can see all the shit you doing Know I'm a sinner but I hope that he still listen to me Temptation and fornication, you know I love the pussy Misdirection with no connection, ain't no substance She just wanna fuck, whatever happened to us love making? You don't wanna be in the club when you an old lady And I know I'm too fucked up to love my own lady Ain't gon' lie, every nigga cheat, frontin' like they poppin' bottles All these niggas cheap, me? I'm standing on my wallet It don't mean I ain't lonely In the Hills, all the way up, Uber X sittin' at the bottom You know I ain't gotta flex, nigga, know I got it Chain cost a quarter mil', me? That's a couple dollars Sayin', "Fuck it", takin' pornstars to Benihanas What's the point of rockin', rollin' without the gun powder? Had a meeting with the devil last week Couldn't believe what he said to me, huh "Here take this contract, signature please You can have it all but you know your soul, I'ma keep" Bad luck, bad luck, yeah, you know it come in threes Battling my demons, I'm the only one who sees, ha I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed I bet the hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah Two feet off the ground, woah, woah, like why am I living here? Up and down, up and down, woah, woah, I think I might drown from my tears I cry 'cause my fate is sold, too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here Wanna forget, Russian roulette with the pistol Bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape Ayy, bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, stand behind the yellow tape, hey Go bang, bang, bang, yeah, that's all it take Don't shoot, don't shoot, stand behind the yellow tape Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't Stand behind the yellow tape

Yeah Mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday 911, it's a man down (20Rocket on this bitch, so it's gon' knock) Yeah, whole lotta, whole lotta Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah) Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn) That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em" Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, yeah Yellow tape, yellow tape (yeah), 911, it's a man down (yeah) Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah (yeah) Yellow tape, yellow tape, yeah, 911, it's a man down (yeah) Four-fifth or the tre-pound (ooh) It don't matter when it go down (yeah) Get down or lay down It don't matter, nigga, we gon' spray rounds (yeah) 4L Gang the only gang that I protect now (yeah) Niggas ain't with what I'm with, nigga don't get no respect now (nah) Pussy nigga gettin' a check now (yeah) Send them young niggas at your head now (gang) Heard niggas that I gotta run the block, hell yeah, a nigga run it (yeah) Hell yeah, nigga, shoot up your block, hell yeah, nigga, I done it (yeah) I was in the fuckin' field before, just in case they didn't know (yeah) I was in the hood totin' the pole Shoot a nigga, make a pussy opp fold Undercover 'cause I know these niggas pussy Niggas actin' just like these hoes now (damn) Shootin' at these opps, they don't want no smoke, dawg (naw, dawg) Fuckin' all these hoes, that's what I'm on, dawg (I'm on it, dawg) Ayy, neighbor call me and you know it's low, dawg (it's low, dawg) 'Cause it's smoked out, nothing but that loud (yeah) Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah) Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn) That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em" Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle Only thing I think about is murder, murder (ayy, ayy, ayy) To my opp mom, I ain't mean to never hurt ya (ayy) But your son was out here like he was really servin' (yeah) He paid for the hit at 12, got killed at 12:30 (wow) If I pay for the lick, oh yeah, now it's my watch (oh yeah) And if I front the brick, now it's my block (oh yeah) I'm the G.O.A.T. with .223, I got that lamb chop It's a hard top on that 'Venti, but that Lam' drop (Lam' drop) Yeah, but that Lam' drop We be whippin' in the kitchen, smell like ham hocks (eww) When I talk, I bet my fans stop (I bet they stop) I'm so rich, don't need no handouts Money get involved, niggas gettin' crossed out (yeah) Thought that was your man down, ooh, that's a big plot Got you niggas' life in my hand, time'll get you shot You ain't even gotta sell work, drank get on my nerves (damn) That's why I just sip all this syrup and I just think 'bout murder God sayin', "Please don't do it to 'em," devil sayin', "Hurt 'em" Murder, murder, kill on my mind, I just wanna murder Always keep the steel on my side, shells than a turtle

Attention please, x2 This feel like the whole entire world collapsed Uh, This that yellow tape shit They keep running out of it We just sold like 8 bricks We ain't running out of it This our fucking hood bitch Run yo' ass up out of it This gun come with eight clips Shoot 'til I run out of it Work, Work, Work, I got it I got it This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince She get it poppin, I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jacksons Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's trap trap) What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though Eight bricks get it shaved off Yeen' Ho Yeen' know Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that To the South Bronx and I pop that She call you for that ride back (Haan) South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it Coke boy (Joe Crack)

It go Murda on the beats, boy It go Murda on the beats, boy Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy And you a soldier, I'm a G boy Semi-auto with no recoil Forgiatos, they on fleek boy Twenty murders in a week boy I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy I'm a rapper but I'm different, I ain't tryna say I'm tough Keep that pistol every day and don't you ever call my bluff I live my whole life criminal, keep talking to a minimal My nigga catch a case, I'm fightin' it with them 'til they sentence 'em (real shit) And it's still fuck the DA and the judge (real shit) Biggest gangster, and ain't a crip or a blood (real shit) Fuck a label when you got it out the mud (CMG the label) All these sensitive ass rappers need hugs I ain't grow up with you, I don't know you nigga Quit hittin' my phone 'bout that verse, look I don't owe you, nigga I ain't beefin' on no Twitter, I be go on a niggas I'ma make you be a gangster, bring the ho out niggas I'm bumpin' slaughter gang, 21, back when I was 21 Drive-bys, homicides, switching sides, you were done How we in the shootout four deep and I'm the only one With an empty drum, where I'm from that'll get you hung Murder rate, murder rate Was ducking the DA, now I'm at the VMAs (look at me) Killin' shit, yellow tape (yellow tape) They don't wanna see a nigga elevate (anyway) They tryna really really trick me off the streets They tryna give me a murder case All these lil fuck niggas irritate Shoot one these niggas, don't hesitate It go murder she wrote (21) I'ma murder the dope (yeah) (Yeah I be killin' 'em) I'm gon' murder the kitchen (whip) I'ma murder the chickens (murder) (Yeah I be killin' em) I got murder for a fee nigga I got murder for the cheap nigga Catch you in Miami, gun you down on the beach nigga (facts) Just 'cause I'm a rapper don't you ever think it's sweet nigga (yeah) I was slangin' choppers 'fore I ever rapped on beats nigga Fox 5, bitch boy that's what I claim (21) Rappers scared to hang around me 'cause they know they lame (god) Beat a double homicide 'fore I bought a chain (nah for real) I went and bought a Bentley truck, I did not buy a Range (21) You put a ring around that bitch, she known for giving brain (stupid) Never had security, ain't a nigga touch my chain (on god) I keep a Glock forty, one on top, and that's on god (gang) Since I was a youngin, OG's told me I got hard (gang) Yeah I got hard ho, pull your card ho, yeah yeah Red light shots make you park ho, yeah yeah Stamped and approved, this ain't no 'flauge ho, yeah ho You niggas talk too much, you act like broads ho (you act like bitches) It go Murda on the beats, boy Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy Twenty murders in a week boy (well damn) I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy It go murder she wrote (21) I'ma murder the dope (yeah) Yeah I be killin' 'em I'm gon' murder the kitchen (whip) I'ma murder the chickens (murder) Yeah I be killin' em It go Murda on the beats, boy Yeah it's murder on these streets, boy Murdered the pussy, I'm a beast boy And you a soldier, I'm a G boy