Aye Yea lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Stephen)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah (Wait, hold on, this Gentle?)
Trap sh*t, no cap sh*t
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Ayy, you tryna f*ck a boss, then f*ck with me, ayy (Come here)
It ain't no joke, if I was broke, I wouldn't even sleep, ayy (Trap)
Ayy, and I got more drip than the kitchen sink, ayy (Sauce)
Tenth grade, they kicked me out, I was too street, ayy (Trappin')
Ayy, I ran through four pounds 'fore one this week, ayy, yeah, yeah
And she ran through you 'cause you sweet, ayy, yeah, yeah
She don't wanna f*ck with you becausе you cheap, ayy, yeah, yeah
I'm scrеamin' free the gang 'til they free, ayy
I'm ridin' 'round, pound of zaza in the seat, n*gga (n*gga)
Pull up Bimmer truck, this ain't no GMC, n*gga (Hell nah, n*gga)
He play games, put him in the air, no Bnb, n*gga (Blaow)
Ain't worried 'bout you playin' fair, I'm in these streets, n*gga (Facts)
Pretty b*tch with me, she got money, her ass fat, uh (That ass fat as f*ck)
Gettin' money, I never had problems doin' that, uh (Ain't never had a problem with that)
If you lookin' for it, you know I'm where it's at, uh (Right where it's at)
I was in South Florida, K2 in my MAC, uh (And that's facts, n*gga)
I'm from Port Salerno where gettin' to it is a must (Merk City, boy)
I'm from Port Salerno, young n*ggas in foreign trucks (Skrrt)
Zaza got me stuck (Facts), windows tinted up (Yup)
Keep a blicky tucked (Blaow), pockets big as f*ck (Hah)
She showin' her ass 'cause I ain't see her text message, ayy, yeah, yeah
If you f*ck with me, ho, that's a blessing, ayy, yeah, yeah
Everybody gettin' money in my section, ayy, yeah
Get your stupid ass flipped for talkin' reckless, ayy (Brrt)
Jumped out of prison, uh (Yup), jumped in the trenches
Give a f*ck about these b*tches, thinkin' 'bout these digits, uh (Facts)
Black tees and di*kies, handlin' that business (Handle up)
Blowin' on that sticky, make sure you're movin' swiftly
My powerhouse addicted (Uh), the dope I got terrific, uh (Gator)
Ayy, uh, I got 'em all happy, uh
Zips goin' for eight, uh, come get a Lamar Jackson, uh (Come here)
Pack in that Q5, Mo way in that G Wagen, uh (Come on)
All these damn foreigns, it look like we car jackin', uh (Come on)
I done moonwalked on it, gave that boy a Mike Jackson, uh (Come on)
Got it out the dirt, uh, came up out the sand (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, I love Ben Frank, ayy, I love Thomas Grant (b*tch)
[Outro]
Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy (Facts)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch (Trap)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Real street n*gga, man)
Ayy, b*tch (46 Ave, Merk City, boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Blaow)
Free Big Kat
Free KP, Mark, Chano, free the gang (Big Za)
Free Zo (b*tch)
Free Nut, free JC
Free Hammer, free Koi
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