YAYO (WHITE PARIS) lyrics

[YAYO]

[Chorus]
I just f*cked this ho from out the city
They wanna see what I'm gonna do, I told them folks, "Just wait and see"
Been abiding by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I'll bleed
You so lost inside the sauce, I just can’t save you, you a treesh
I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hanging from a tree
You losing cash about a thot, that sh*t be paining me to see
I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets
I won't trust a single b*tch, I'm not too easy to deceive

[Verse]
n*gga, stop lying
n*gga, stop lying
Go ahead and show the stat line
Ex b*tch all mad, right
Air this b*tch out, Matt Ryan
Got some racks tucked in [?] line
We servin' dope in the night time
I move in the hills, from LA to muh'f*ckin' Paris, I'm servin' that white now
Servin' that yayo right now
Hop out that b*tch with a modеl I don't even post so you wouldn't evеn know, huh
I'm 'bout to f*ck on a thot, I'm pushin' the Bentley just like it's a boat
Woah, huh
Cash rules everything around me
Get a bag, serve it to the zombies
I'm in New York, I met José, I don't do that coke, that sh*t just around me
I can't talk to my fav ho, 'cause I think that she mad I f*ck with her homie
And we pushin' that Tahoe, servin' mad folks on the street, I ain't even gon' hold you
Yeah, we the mob, who told you?
Mafia, boss, who told you?
You gotta shut your mouth to keep your life, lil' baby I told you
This sh*t ain't no game, but this not a gang, we got some soldiers
Just f*cked this ho from out the city
And I got money waiting on me up in the A, I'm making plays
You know I'm big Lord Piero, I ain't worried 'bout no ho up in my face
You just can't be on what we on, we get the cash then hit the bank
[Chorus]
I just f*cked this ho from out the city
And I don't f*ck with these peons, you n*ggas get crashed up in the A
Been abiding by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I'll bleed
We do not speak on the cell phone, n*ggas tryna get a case
I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hanging from a tree
My n*gga speak from the jail phone, sh*t get to me everyday
I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets
So what you trust in a b*tch for, that's how you put up in that grave
I won't trust a single b*tch, I'm not too easy to deceive
I won't trust a single b*tch, I'm not retarded, can't you see
I got a Glock right on my hip, in case these n*ggas need to cease

[WHITE PARIS]

[Verse]
Whoa, woa-oa-oa-oah, woah, woah
I heal my broken hearts with pesos, can't trip 'bout no ho
We move that cocaine, my runners bring that sh*t from SoHo
I can't front no man, I run this sh*t up in a polo, okay, okay
I'm in Paris, you know, lo mein for the low-low
I'm a Devil in Prada, I put my b*tch in the ride, her name like Coco
You told me she was amazing but she got secrets, she don't post those
She like getting high, but she don't like paparazzi, please no photos
I stay dressed for a funeral, but I'm not sure who died yet
Everyday I wake up tired, I still get flyer it's just my mindset
I'mma put this sh*t on God, I'm raising the bar, you n*ggas can't fight this
I take care of all of my brides, that's on my life, my baby some fine sh*t
Yeah, sometimes we don't act right, baby girl that's how we be
I'mma stick down for my brothers, I'mma stay right by the creed
We got this sh*t right out the gutter, if you don't like it, you can leave
But we speedin' off codiene, it get hard for them to breathe
It get hard for us all, can't let it all fall, can't suck up my teeth
I got love for all the b*tches that was lying to me, cheaters
'Cause now I’m draped in cocaine money, I'm laughing with the cheese, yeah
C'mon
I made it snow in Paris, I got white powder all on the streets
Keep a kilo in these baggies, I dish 'em out to these fiends
I'mma get it how I got to, 100 racks in my jeans