P the Queen - Yea Yea Lyrics

Sleepin' on me get a air bnb
Locs colored red like my hair tnt uh
All I know finesse yea they know me east to west
I was grinding while you slept don't compare you to me
Ammo on my tee like my money kermit green bitch
You don't know the tea i can get you touched for free (Yea yea)
These niggas dogs but I keep em' on a leash
Yea yea I got the juice I ain't talkin' bout capri
Yall support the buzz i ain't talkin' bout the bees big boolin wit my kuzz
That's my cousin but he bleed (Slatt slatt)
No i don't compete sis you ain't in my rank
Everything I roll up heat bitch all i smoke is dank
Lotta' ammo like a tank
Shoutout humble trice
And shoutout to the ammo gang yall niggas some beasts
All i'm tryna do is eat like i'm cheating on my diet
Pussy sweet like some papayas, rap it need me shit is dire
(Pussy sweet like some papayas, rap it need me shit is dire)
I be all up on the moon bro be rollin' like a tire
Every time I drop they already know it's fire
Like that banga I just dropped we in bmore like the wire
Everyday somebody got some shit singing like a choir
Rest in peace to all my niiggas
Sorry ya'll was victims
Bro while you in heaven tell my grandma that I miss her
I'm the bomb 9/11
I'm the queen ya'll the peasants
Always drippin' got the flavor
I aint talkin bout the dressing
I'm a blessing
All my exes wish I never left em'
And I get extra grams kuz the plugs I finesse em
Imma ball like i'm Beckham
I'm the shit rectum
Ya man acting funny i'm the cause I effect him lil bitch (La' bitty whore)