Yah! - 7760419 lyrics

[Intro: Soulja Boy & 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘴]
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘹
Got something new for yall
Man when somebody be in your face on your nerves all that talking and talking and you don't wanna hear it they be like...
Yahhh trick yahhh

[Chrous: Soulja Boy]
Ah Soulja Boy can I...
Yahhh trick yahhh
Yo Arab I really like...
Yahhh trick yahhh
ColliPark...
Ah Bla Bla Uh Bla
Ah man I was just wondering can I...
Yahhh Yahhh trick
Get out me face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
YAHHH!

Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
f*ck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze
But if n*ggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any n*gga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors' mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"CALLDROPS"
[Chrous: Soulja Boy]
Ah Soulja Boy can I...
Yahhh trick yahhh
Yo Arab I really like...
Yahhh trick yahhh
ColliPark...
Ah Bla Bla Uh Bla
Ah man I was just wondering can I...
Yahhh Yahhh trick
Get out me face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
YAHHH!

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Yeah, I know these lil' n*ggas like to talk
I don't really like to talk, let me pop my sh*t (Let me pop)
I can't get them haters off my di*k
You know I drop my nuts when I drop my sh*t (Let me drop)
And I'm the type to keep it quiet, don't speak
They'll never know it's me when they block get hit (Shh, shh)
My mama told me I should go and holler at my brother
Just to let him know we all be havin' problems and we love him (Go)
It's traumatizin', you know, how we started in the gutter
Now I'm chillin' with my daughter in a goddamn mansion
Just waitin' on a n*gga, watching goddamn cameras
Cheat code, n*gga, I'm the goddamn answer
Beast Mode, mama beat the goddamn cancer
And I don't really give a f*ck about how you feel, homie
Put the alphabet on him, put the AR on him, put the F&N on him
Get to shootin' at a n*gga, have him goddamn dancin' (Yeah)
You know I keep the blick with the extension
Never foldin' under pressure, know I love it when there's tension
Know I love it when it's questions in my motherf*ckin' mentions
Know these b*tches bein' messy, need some love and some attention
You n*ggas say I ain't go no flow, they better motherf*ckin' listen
I be switchin' up my flow the way I'm switchin' n*ggas' b*tches
I'm a different type of n*gga, you a different type of b*tch
Screenshot, sendin' out another n*gga pic
Riding 'round town on another n*gga di*k
Leavin' all them comments on another n*gga sh*t
Your best friend dead, that's what he motherf*ckin' get
Know we lock and shake n*ggas like a motherf*ckin' pit'
n*gga better go and check my background, n*gga
Lay a finger on me, n*gga gettin' clapped down, n*gga
Know these friendly-ass rappers never shot nan' n*gga
All you cappin'-ass n*ggas need a cap, gown, n*gga (Yeah)
What the f*ck these n*ggas wanna do?
People think I like to fight but I be really tryna shoot, b*tch
Ain't hearing n*ggas like they got on mute, swish
I'm pulling up and I ain't tryna hoop, it's
A n*gga that's the motherf*cking truth
I ain't tryna be your friend, I ain't cliquing with your crew
And no, I'm never in my feelings, I'm just tryna get the loot
I been rapping for a minute, n*gga, f*ckin' make it too
I think the blogs know we f*cking, sh*t, but f*ck it, that's my boo
She always staring at me, she be tellin' me I'm cute
I always keep it on me, she'll tell you I'ma shoot
My house so f*ckin' big, ain't even using half the rooms
It's hot outside, I actually forgot I had a pool
Football field, a n*gga going NFL
Basketball court, a n*gga going NBA
R&B freak, I try to f*ck her every day
Curly-haired jiggy b*tch, it might be DaniLeigh
Ooh, did he just say that? You probably need to play back
Six cars in the driveway and I don't even drive
I be backseat pimpin', 'bout to go and get a Maybach
Name another n*gga that can kick it how I kick it
You can't name another n*gga that be livin' how I'm livin'
I ain't never told a lie, these other n*ggas rappin' fiction
Could've been switched the flow, these stupid n*ggas wouldn't get it
f*ck it
[Chrous: Soulja Boy]
Ah Soulja Boy can I...
Yahhh trick yahhh
Yo Arab I really like...
Yahhh trick yahhh
ColliPark...
Ah Bla Bla Uh Bla
Ah man I was just wondering can I...
Yahhh Yahhh trick
Get out me face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
Get out my face (get out my face)
YAHHH!

[Verse 3: Soulja Boy]
All in my face
I'm starting to get mad
Walkin' up
"Soulja boy can I have your autograph"
Snitch yahhh trick
Leave me alone
Let me get some peace
I'm sittin' at the house
Shawty and I can't sleep
Leave me alone folks
Before I have to knock your lights out
"Hey Soulja Boy
When that new Stack On Deck CD come out?"
Snitch yahhh trick snitch yahhh trick
Yahhh Ya yahhh ya yahhh yahhh
[Outro: Soulja Boy]
Ah Soulja Boy can I...
Yahhh trick yahhh