Back to Top

Yeah Video (MV)




Performed By: Abxjb
Length: 2:15
Written by: Arthur Nisbett




Abxjb - Yeah Lyrics




Takin the shot won't miss that all this drip I swear I mismatch
N****s be talkin' that chit chat Nina to his face I swear I won't miss that
Cup make me feel like a zombie drippin' so clean wit all this Dasani
N****s they hate me they say I'm too fancy stones in my ears and you know them sh*s dancing ouu
Ni-N****s be talkin stoopid must be twisted just like aurubis
B****s think we cupid I will never fall in love wit a new b***h
Little rocks in my wrist make it sandy we came out of no where like Randy
Ya b***h wanna lick on my tip like it's candy this nine on my hip keep it handy ouu

East side Harlem 110 I just pulled up wit Cartier lens
Me and AB in a Benz all big blue bank roll no tens
168 I'm from flybridge keep my n****s flee in a new pair of diamonds
Cartier lens and them sh**s is shinnin' water on my eyes like a n***a is cryin

All-All I love is blue strip pockets so fat you already knew this
Diamonds so cold got mucus youngest in the game I swear I won't lose it
Off-White on my toes b***h wanna suck hen that b***h gotta go
No-No-No I do not save hoes leave that to JB that n***a too bold

Glock-40 came wit a suit let's get straight right down to business
All white Bentley the coupe 2 seater no no you can not sit in
Blo-Blo-Blood gonna bleed from my soles Christian LB's wit a wrist too cold
Man I done been through the storm so it's f**k everyone cause my heart got cold

Fendi belt 'round my waist Rolex so Icey why am I late
I need A Bathin' Ape drippin' wit Gucci that nine my waist
No socks in these Balenciaga's had to do it say sorry to momma
If a n***a get crazy right hip to my llama

Pink Sprite yeah that's the 2 liter don't f**k wit that b***h she a eater
Run up the dash speed up the meter
Blue bills fill up my pockets I don't have no green bills n***a stop it
I go hard in this b***h cuz I'm just like a Rocket

Takin the shot won't miss that all this drip I swear I mismatch
N****s be talkin' that chit chat Nina to his face I swear I won't miss that
Cup make me feel like a zombie drippin' so clean wit all this Dasani
N****s they hate me they say I'm too fancy stones in my ears and you know them sh*s dancing ouu
N****s be talkin stoopid must be twisted just like aurubis
B****s think we cupid I will never fall in love wit a new b***h
Little rocks in my wrist make it sandy we came out of no where like Randy
Ya b***h wanna lick on my tip like it's candy this nine on my hip keep it handy ouu
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Takin the shot won't miss that all this drip I swear I mismatch
N****s be talkin' that chit chat Nina to his face I swear I won't miss that
Cup make me feel like a zombie drippin' so clean wit all this Dasani
N****s they hate me they say I'm too fancy stones in my ears and you know them sh*s dancing ouu
Ni-N****s be talkin stoopid must be twisted just like aurubis
B****s think we cupid I will never fall in love wit a new b***h
Little rocks in my wrist make it sandy we came out of no where like Randy
Ya b***h wanna lick on my tip like it's candy this nine on my hip keep it handy ouu

East side Harlem 110 I just pulled up wit Cartier lens
Me and AB in a Benz all big blue bank roll no tens
168 I'm from flybridge keep my n****s flee in a new pair of diamonds
Cartier lens and them sh**s is shinnin' water on my eyes like a n***a is cryin

All-All I love is blue strip pockets so fat you already knew this
Diamonds so cold got mucus youngest in the game I swear I won't lose it
Off-White on my toes b***h wanna suck hen that b***h gotta go
No-No-No I do not save hoes leave that to JB that n***a too bold

Glock-40 came wit a suit let's get straight right down to business
All white Bentley the coupe 2 seater no no you can not sit in
Blo-Blo-Blood gonna bleed from my soles Christian LB's wit a wrist too cold
Man I done been through the storm so it's f**k everyone cause my heart got cold

Fendi belt 'round my waist Rolex so Icey why am I late
I need A Bathin' Ape drippin' wit Gucci that nine my waist
No socks in these Balenciaga's had to do it say sorry to momma
If a n***a get crazy right hip to my llama

Pink Sprite yeah that's the 2 liter don't f**k wit that b***h she a eater
Run up the dash speed up the meter
Blue bills fill up my pockets I don't have no green bills n***a stop it
I go hard in this b***h cuz I'm just like a Rocket

Takin the shot won't miss that all this drip I swear I mismatch
N****s be talkin' that chit chat Nina to his face I swear I won't miss that
Cup make me feel like a zombie drippin' so clean wit all this Dasani
N****s they hate me they say I'm too fancy stones in my ears and you know them sh*s dancing ouu
N****s be talkin stoopid must be twisted just like aurubis
B****s think we cupid I will never fall in love wit a new b***h
Little rocks in my wrist make it sandy we came out of no where like Randy
Ya b***h wanna lick on my tip like it's candy this nine on my hip keep it handy ouu
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Arthur Nisbett
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: Abxjb

Tags:
No tags yet