sh*t Yea lyrics

[Intro]
(Yes)
(Ayy)
It's ya boy, Lil B (Yes)
Berkeley, stand up (Yeah)

[Verse]
BasedGod (Yes) blowin' ninety blunts
I'm on my own sh*t now—I ain't gotta front
Young Boss spit Wolf Pack crack
And she put her tongue out (Yes)—I'ma hit that, split that
On a mission, (Yes) mission to f*ck her
And I'm anxious, (Yes) anxious to f*ck her
Now, lights out right now
Get that boombox—I'm finna pull the mic out
b*tch, yeah! sh*t, yeah! (Yes) You're here? sh*t, yeah!
Eighteen wrist, (Yes) yeah! Spitter wrist, yeah!
b*tches love me—uh! (Yes) I'm very hot
I make her bend her knees (Yes)—she gon' never stop
Ask Young Bull, (Yes) ask uncle
And I do this—yes, I'm full (Yes)
No dumb bulls, just based boys
Wit' a busty chick, (Yes) and she gon' lick the boy
Brrrangdang, I'm insane
I took your b*tch—she love my game
All day, she love my game (Yes)
360—I switched games
PS3—no wrist game
But you know it, this mane
All air, distance (Yes)
Flying persistence
[Outro]
You feel me?
Man, it's ya boy, Lil B, man (Yes)
You know how we do it, man
It's epic, man (Yes)
I'm a Berkeley boy
Based boy, man
Bay Area, you feel me? (Yes)
Stand up
Brrrang-da-dang-dang
Yeah
We outta here, man
You know how we do
You feel me?
This is epic
Yeah