Yea Yea lyrics

[Intro: Young Tavv]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella f*cking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad b*tch on my lap, she f*cking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella f*cking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad b*tch on my lap, she f*cking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches with my f*cking killers
And these n*ggas know I'm all about my motherf*cking skrilla
Pray to God every night, 'cause I be f*cking sinning
And these haters gon' hate, 'cause they see a n*gga winning, uh
They don't want me make it out the hood counting f*cking figures But I don't worry cause I'm sipping on the f*cking 'tron
Yeah, I'm in my zone, n*ggas wanna be me
But I swear they be f*cking clones
I be switching hoes like I switch flows
Broke boy, go ahead and get some f*cking dough
I'm on 2strip, getting f*cking hella dough
Got your main b*tch, giving me hella dome
She popping pus*y, really know what the money does (yeah)
Young Tavv, and I get paid
Your b*tch wanna stay where I f*cking lay (what!?)
Uh, me and my crew pull up on your block n*gga we gon' motherf*cking shoot

[Chorus: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella f*cking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad b*tch on my lap, she f*cking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella f*cking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad b*tch on my lap, she f*cking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: BAMFRM203]
Pull up on your block, aye, you ain't with it
My n*ggas really with it, you n*ggas ain't on sh*t, b*tch
Pull up to stu', this sh*t litty, aye
You n*ggas mad I'm finna turn up the city, aye
Me and Tavv on the 2block he riding with his new Glock
If you talking down, my n*gga, then I'm gon' get you shot
Saying that you rap, I wanna hear them bars that you got
Biggie in my prime, deliver flows like I'm 2Pac
n*gga, you not really f*cking with me
Got a hundred bars for anybody thinking that they can diss me
I'm a renegade, so that's risky
Ain't no holding back on the mic so my n*gga please don't tempt me
My n*gga, I cannot, man, I'm too turnt up, aye
I told Capt to hit record and just turn me up, aye
n*ggas mad cause I'm that guy so they wassup, aye
Stack my money to the sky I'ma run it up, aye

[Chorus: Young Tavv]
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella f*cking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad b*tch on my lap, she f*cking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I be in the trenches posted with them killers, yeah, yeah
In the field counting hella f*cking figures, yeah, yeah
Bad b*tch on my lap, she f*cking with me yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah