Yams lyrics

[Verse 1, Kyle Richh]: Graah
Im in Miami, like waiting on 3
Like in that fenny, im packin that heat
Lets get drunk, like slide to the beach
Like she my baby, I rub on her feet
And I keep a 9 in my jeans
Grip on my body I walk wit a lean
Keep my gun and my b*tch on my side
She on my di*k, is you ready to ride
And I f*ck wit the hats and some primes
Crash me the 'ooter and rode 5, 9
Love my brothers and slime will be slimed
Bro got the drop, I might slide with my 9
sh*t get sticky, then iffy gon throw
Switch up the fit, too much blood on my clothes
He get hit if hе throw up the O
He get hit if throw up a what?
Hе think he lit, we gon give him a show
sh*t get nasty, clean up the mess
When we off a perc, know the sex is the best
Like, back out put the-
On her chest
Just hit an M with my n*ggas, we ballin togetha
For my brother Im flockin whoever
Get right with a [?]
Ready for war, its extendos and betta
Verse 2, Jenn Carter]: She gon throw it, totin the smithen
Timmy Turner, Im countin her wishes
Bullets gon wet em up, like dishes
Said "I’m really wit none of the kid sh*t"
Mention my name in the track, cause you dissin'
We gon see if that boy onna mission
Spinnin the [?] so im catchin him slippin
Onna mission like roads to the riches
She a bounce, toss it in motion
He in the drop, pockets on frozen
Shorty outta control cause she broken
Heart cold give a f*ck 'bout emotions
Said, I can’t do a feature for free
He gon be lucky, he die in his sleep
Cause the way it get cold in these streets
If I reverse the V, then he fast on his feet
I ain't know, like, shorty gon turn up the henny on go
Where he go? Damn
b*tches can't play disrespect when they broke
And that b*tch, she got hit in the BNB
Stayin on timin, I hope she run into me
And I hope that she keep that same energy
b*tches get drunk and get turned to a memory
And for ReyRey, this 40 gon what?
Said she [?] movin it steadily
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