Yea Yea lyrics

[Intro]
Hit his block with this chop, what it do? (Ooh, MP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, get his ass, Scoom
Yeah, yeah, aha, yeah, aight

[Verse 1]
Hit his block with this chop, what it do?
And I ain't trippin’ on no b*tch, boy, I don't never tie my shoes
Yeah, one b*tch cool from time to time, but I like hoes that come in twos
A nice b*tch cool from time to time, but I like hoes who break the rules
Super f*cked up in the head, I'll get to switchin’ moods
Might want a b*tch who shake her ass, might want a b*tch who up in school
I′m off this 30, if I get your b*tch in a room, bad news
And if you actin' like you big and bad, I'm tryna crash too
And if you tryna buy this clean-ass Wock', I'm tryna tax you
And we do everythin', I'm crackin' moves, folks flippin’ packs too
Yеah, I got n*ggas that shoot from deep, yeah, I got n*ggas that’s hacks too
These hatin'-ass n*ggas bе talkin’ down, I give two f*cks, these racks blue

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When we chase him, hawk him down
Chase him down until he fell
For all that runnin', stand over him
Yell, "Scoom" and give him shells
My b*tch wet, Wisconsin Dells
When I'm done f*ckin', I gotta bail
[Verse 2]
I be pourin’ so much drink, I got the flu
Said I was done with the Wock', I bought a New Years with a deuce
And now it's 2023 and, b*tch, I'm back lookin' for juice
And if you ever threw a shot at me, it ain't no callin' truce
And if you gangster, n*gga, drop your pin and watch us ride through
They say, "Slick, can you make that gangster sh*t that we can slide to?"
You actin' tough just 'cause you got your gun, I got my fire too
We hit your block and if you try to run, this Dracy grabbin' you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you n*ggas haters
All my killers want face cards, you n*ggas be created players
Quick to put him in a pot, he ain't get sh*t, bye, see you later
He was a out of town goofy, I think his ass was from Decatur
I got n*ggas who pull cables, we ain't stoppin', they gotta chase us
I got blues all in my pockets and I'm throwin' bullets just like Baker
Mention Scoom and meet your maker
I wanna f*ck, don't wanna date her
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah, when we sign, they gotta pay us, n*gga

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When we chase him, hawk him down
Chase him down until he fell
For all that runnin', stand over him
Yell, "Scoom" and give him shells
My b*tch wet, Wisconsin Dells
When I'm done f*ckin', I gotta bail