Yeahh lyrics

[Intro]
You know what the f*ck goin' on
We gang-gang
I just flamed up somebody dead homie
I ain't gotta talk too much
I don't want no autotune
He back
Uh, yeah, watch this
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Smokin' on Steve while I record that sh*t
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse]
Duck, you really havin' sh*t? Yeah
Did you really f*ck that n*gga b*tch? Yeah
Have you ever ran through a hunnit? Yeah (Fasho that)
That's a stupid ass question, you lil' dummy, yeah (You know that witcha stupid ass)
I been having sh*t since 2012, yeah (Facts)
And I spend that sh*t because I never cared, yeah (I never carеd)
Duck, are ya opps really scared? Yеah
They know we got a lot of Glocks, b*tch, we so prepared
Yeah, yeah, yeah
KG with me, he send you upstairs (Drrt)
Ayy, Dre so f*ckin' accurate, he hit ya head (I swear to God)
Ayy, it ain't even Easter, but we'll crack a egg (Crack a egg)
We ain't gon' hit ya leg, b*tch, we want ya dead, yeah
Duck you high? Duh, I do meds (Drugs)
It's 'bout 4:30 PM and b*tch, I'm still in bed, yeah
You ain't talkin' money, I ain't heard none you said
They know I keep that stick with me
Lil' b*tch, that my third leg (Brrt)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That lil' 10 bands on me now, I put that on yo' head
If my shooter say he hungry, then he gone get fed (Eat)
They say I'm Mr. Disrespectful, 'cause I diss they dead homies (f*ck 'em)
They know I keep that b*tch on me, I'm never by my lonely
If you don't see him with me no mo', he traded on me (I don't need 'em)
I don't need n*ggas, they phony (They pus*y)
Ain't no motherf*ckin' question if I got it on me (I keep it)
Boy, you a b*tch, you ain't do sh*t when them n*ggas killed yo' homie
If you slid, it wasn't on us you posted pictures only (pus*y ass n*ggas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What you wanna do now? Let's have us a shootout
Pull up to yo' mama house, make mama move out, b*tch (Brrt)
Awe, you think you slick? (Awe)
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout money like they the only ones havin' that sh*t (Naw)
You keep on mentioning Brick, you will get hit with a stick
My sh*t sing like Roddy Rich, ooh, you know it's a hit (You know it's a hit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's up, it's stuck, it's up
It's stuck, it's up, it's stuck
It's up, he back