Fredo Bang ft. Da Real Gee Money - Yeah Yeah Lyrics

(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
(QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat)

Nigga, yeah, yeah
Big ol' pistol on my waist
I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a nigga
We bust lead, yeah
In a rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist
I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a nigga
We bust lead, yeah
In a rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah, yeah

Brand new .40 Glock, just copped up out the shop
Hollows hit his skin, he need some water 'cause them bitches hot
Niggas talkin' gangsta, when you see me, make your pistol pop
Rest in peace to Huey, that Draco make a pussy nigga pop
And love them pistols, they go stupid every time we spot an opp
I got 30 in this 30, he died on the second shot
They wan' dirt me, I ain't nervous 'cause I keep this pistol cocked
He was talkin' like he hard, now on a shirt, his picture cropped
.40 knockin' off your tattoos, I go nuts like cashews
Catch 'em in the whip, I'm tryna do 'em like the last dude
Every hood up in my city, ain't no section I ain't ran through
I spin that cutter at a light, knock off a limb
Nigga, bad news

Nigga, yeah, yeah
Big ol' pistol on my waist
I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a nigga
We bust lead, yeah
In a rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist
I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a nigga
We bust lead, yeah
In a rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah, yeah

Run up on me wrong, I'ma flip a nigga
Zip a nigga
Watch how quick I flash and let the choppa hit 'em
Don't fuck with my bros, I stick to the code
Shoutout to my niggas gone, them the ones on a Jose
Lean got me movin' slow, still I gotta pay attention
I know niggas wanna kill me, I can't let a nigga get me
My life is a movie, Percocets got me groovy
I'm a young, fly nigga, bossed up, shoutout Lucci
Heard a nigga hatin', really dawg, I can't hear you
Took off on them feds, left them niggas in my rear view
Big ol' Ruger, that bitch bussin' leave a nigga dead
Closed casket, I don't want your chest, I'm aimin for your head
Nigga, yeah

Nigga, yeah, yeah
Big ol' pistol on my waist
I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a nigga
We bust lead, yeah
In a rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah, yeah

Big ol' pistol on my waist
I could go fed, yeah
Put that pencil on a nigga
We bust lead, yeah
In a rental tryna leave a nigga dead, dead
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah
Nigga, yeah, yeah