Go Yeezy lyrics

[Intro]
(I ain't gon' lie, you tripped on this b*tch, Jay)
Uh, b*tch, yeah
(Know I'm off that drank again, I'm off that drank again)
M Block, all that sh*t, Striker Boys, n*gga, huh

[Verse]
Independent, don't need your help, bro, I'm good
Rap wasn't recommended, I just did it 'cause I could, okay
Beatin' her walls like I'm tryna find a stud
She just want me to give her time, I'm like, "Bae, I wish I could," alright
Back in the booth sayin' the sh*t that I should've said
Up the stick, then rob him and still think 'bout sh*t I should've did, huh
One up top, look in the barrel, gon' see a bullet head
Trappin' in my same Nike Tech, put me on Coulda Been
Aww, she think I care about the sh*t we could've been
Bro ridin' strike in the same 'fit he took it in, huh (What the f*ck?)
She comin' home with me if she look again (Come on)
They hear Jay on the beat, they like, "Who let them n*ggas cook again?" (Yeah, Jay)
Six racks on my back, bro, that's a Go Yeezy
I can make it back like that, bro, that's a sold feature (Like that)
I thought the 'Cat was fast until I drove Demon
Just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you— (b*tch)
Bae, just bust it open for me, I ain't gon' be thinkin' that you easy
Findin' any excuse to sip the drank, bro, I'm a lil' sneezy (Man)
I'm OT in the Lam' truck, I wish the hood could see me
Need my heart checked, around the boys the only time it's beatin'
This her third baby daddy, she need some better defense
If I dropped chain in the summer, I would've changed the season (Blizzard)
You can shoot a blick, but can you get a hundred cash?
You can drive the 'Cat, just fill it up before you bring it back, huh
Had to extort a n*gga, he was stealin' packs (f*ck that n*gga)
Dog said, "I ain't never snitchin'," until you give him max, huh (Haha)
She made me bust quick, but I'ma get her back
The second round, I gave this b*tch some sh*t that she ain't never had
The past is some sh*t that you can't tell her 'bout
Anything that got my name on it, bro, I can sell it now (Goin' crazy)
Just had 5K in ones, it's in the ceiling now
She so crazy with the head, I think she got a mental problem, huh (This b*tch stupid)
Send her ass a thousand 'cause I miss my mama, huh (Love you, ma)
Told her that I got you, ain't no trippin' 'bout it
She bad with no ass, but it's cool, 'cause she can get somebody
All-black pants, they kinda baggy, then it's Ricky probably (Ricky)
b*tch, yeah, huh
Was finna end the song, but I knew that y'all'd be mad at me
Told bro to punch me somethin' and he threw a jab at me
If you saw my biggest gun, it'd probably have you back backin'
Don't try to leave 'em in my crib, b*tch, I be lash trackin'
G-Flex trigger got the Glockie fast actin'
You don't really want this sh*t, bro, you be half-assin'
Givin' signs that I wanna f*ck, bro, I be half askin' (Aw, sh*t)
[Outro]
Naw, for real, like
Everybody done had that one time where they just didn't even wanna ask for real
But whole time, you know what you on, but you really just tryna be a cool n*gga, you ain't tryna f*ck the mood up, you ain't tryna f*ck the vibe up
Whole time, you in your head, you be tryna crunch somethin', for real, for real
Yeah, said f*ck all that sh*t, put that sh*t on the floor
All she can do is say no
When you make up an excuse, tell her you gotta go
Tell one of my mans to call, you know they good at playin' roles
Yeah, I'm done playin' roles, f*ck that sh*t
Striker Boys, M Block
Striker Boys, M Block gang, Striker
Striker Boys, M Block gang, all that sh*t on the— yeah
Striker Boys, M Block, all that sh*t on the floor