Yeah Yeah Yeah lyrics

[Verse 1]
n*ggas don't really want it with my name yet
Only promise is the line that why make threats
I pull up on the side on a highway next
Get a muthaf*cka shaking like a vibrate text
Anybody check up on the crime rate yet?
Seen a black guy? 5'8"? Why say yes?
I'm contract killa, I'm a primate vet
Catch 'em at the finish line, n*gga why pay less?
You're f*cking with the Champs
I'm a Footlocker, I make death
I toe-tag n*ggas, hoe ass n*ggas, slice they neck
So many muthaf*ckas out here on me might pay check
Little did they know they f*ckin with a n*gga thatll catch em in line when they sign they check (BANG)
I'm a ghost town n*gga
Where the four pounds n*gga
Where the mind stay rep
Cut up a n*gga then shot up a n*gga
You focus on the killa Im cuckin the millers
While I spray mess
Some think im the devil, I say heck
Im Jesus yeaah, Kanye West
I be f*cking with the bloods
I be f*cking with the cribs
Bang right, bang left
& If a n*gga got a problem hollow tips burst like they vest
Ballin on you n*ggas like Delonte west
Turn a n*gga face into picante yes
Smoke la-day-la-day
I stay stressed
You better be cool blood I J S
[Chorus]
I'm so different they gon' hate me I just say so
Everyday I wake up homie I just make dough
When I drop a rhymee
These n*ggas always hit my linee
When they see me on that shinee
They just come and say yoo
YEAAH
I stay on that muthaf*ckin' grizzley n*gga
YEAAH
Not too many n*ggas from the city can get with killa
YEAAH
Why they always wanna hate the sickest n*gga?
YEAAH
I walk up in the club like
YEAAH
"you lookin different n*gga"

[Verse 2]
Hit you like Im droppin n*ggas
Let that waka flocka hit 'em
Wider with the choppa in him
Heat the blocka then I pop a n*gga
I could give a f*ck about a lot of n*ggas
Rambling cuz now my n*ggas [?]
Know I'm choppin liver
Sick as salmonella
You got a problem with us
Somebody get to rockin
Then we poppin at your momma n*gga
Be thinking that youre the best
While I'm pourin hollows at your chest
You n*ggas know im the best
Leavin a n*gga bloody red
n*gga you heard what I said
From the burbs to the sex
While i swerve in the burban
A murderer? Yes
Got the nerve to confess
On to serve with a tech
On a curb I'll leave a n*gga burgundy red
Jack the ripper is back to rip ya
While I sip up on the Jack while I brack a swisher-
-in half then Imma fill it with the gas my n*gga
f*ck around then Imma have to kill ya
n*ggas know what I been on
Roll with the chr-izz-ome
Hoes wanna sit on
The big di*k throne tell her "NO n*gga get gone"
f*ck around imma catch a soul when I get on
Im back to bombin
Black Osama
Rap for Barack Obama
I'm Astronomical
Best rapper Nebraska has to offer
f*ck around and then Imma smash your momma
Pass the llama
I'm sick in the brain
I'm brain-sick n*gga- Twisted Insane
I bet all you pus*y ass n*ggas remember my name
You got infected, now you different the same
[Chorus]
I'm so different they gon' hate me I just say so
Everyday I wake up homie I just make dough
When I drop a rhymee
These n*ggas always hit my linee
When they see me on that shinee
They just come and say yoo
YEAAH
I stay on that muthaf*ckin' grizzley n*gga
YEAAH
Not too many n*ggas from the city can get with killa
YEAAH
Why they always wanna hate the sickest n*gga?
YEAAH
I walk up in the club like
YEAAH
"you lookin different n*gga"