YeaYea

Yea Yea (Explicit) - Blueface/Coyote

Lyrics by：Jonathan Porter/Earl Johnson/Cash Jones

Composed by：Jonathan Porter/Earl Johnson/Cash Jones

One two three four five-trey-five

Ses fac players make the party more live

Thang—my thang

Blanco blanco

Ki-ki-ki ki

Without a doubt I get that work in the drought

You know it's blood in blood out

This ain't no joke if you run up you get smoked

Or catch a blade and get poked

The streets got no hope if you scared

Pray to the pope ah

Family fed by the d**e

If you ain't lived it you won't understand me

Banana boat with them packs in miami

I get 'em and go cartel ties on the low

DEA knocked on my door then deported my pop

I wonder who gave 'em the drop

When I find out he get popped boom boom

My 'yotes gon' slide when they do you won't survive

Like popeyes we leavin' 'em fried

Don't play with my bread if you ain't heard what I said

Then we go off with his head oh yeah-yeah

Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah

You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah

Big tits but was better as a yeah-yeah

You more like no I'm like yeah yeah

My 'yote got locked for the yeah-yeah

Bail him out I got stacks of the yeah-yeah

New foreign I'ma pull up in that yeah yeah

Catch me at the top oh yeah yeah

Blueface baby yeah yeah yeah aight

Gotta keep a chopstick in my chop yeah yeah

I just copped a house bigger than the cops in the suburbs

I'm the only n***a on my block yeah yeah

Never leave the house without that yeah-yeah

Forty knockin' off gucci headbands ooh

It's not regular baby

These is baguette-'guettes

Million dollar views and some moët get her more wet uh

Catch me at the top gettin' top ooh

She know I ain't s**t but she still gon' bop yeah yeah

Pull up drippin' in the drop ooh

Reach for my chain and you n***as gettin' popped yeah yeah

Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah

You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah

Big tits but was better as a yeah-yeah

You more like no I'm like yeah yeah

My 'yote got locked for the yeah-yeah

Bail him out I got stacks of the yeah-yeah

New foreign I'ma pull up in that yeah yeah

Catch me at the top oh yeah yeah

This b***h

Peep how I walk like I'm mitch

I already drank me a fifth

I hop in the whip my 'yote extended the clip brr

I promise my shooters don't miss

Don't talk to the feds got blood on my nike cortez huh