TripDex - Yak Style Lyrics

Don't talk about nothing, just show me the cash This a two-seater, this bitch do the dash
Puff, puff, puff, ho, I'm not finna pass I seen that watch on your wrist, look
Glass You can't get a feature, you ain't got no
Cash get the guap and head out and put it in a stash call up d on the phone have my young nigga blast
You bitch tryna f*ck and I'm down to get to it
I take a pack to the face, now I'm Zooted We got ice on our neck and our wrist we the coolest flashin guns on the gram, boy, that lil
Nigga stooped Ayy, this a big button don't want see me push it
Not impressed by that boy cause I know he a rookie
Ayy Don't talk on my name, brodie clutching on fully
If she give up the cat beat it up, I'm a bully
Hot as hell outside and we still rockin' hoodies
I got Trey in the trap and he servin' up goodies
Bitch You claim that you bout it ain not doin' shit to me
Ayy, come get yo ho off my dick for she do me
Life like a movie, I'm feelin' like Clooney bro carry a ' stick like the dude off of Looney
Bitch, I'm talkin' bout tunes 392 push the whip, it go vroom
And we fly out of space Some niggas lied to me, you think I can trust you
I had niggas lie in my face I'm tryna get money, get guap
So I can say, mama, you got a new place My bro got a box on the back of the glock
Sound like frrr whenever it spray Wake up, get money, go back to sleep
My nigga, that's how I be livin' my day
Ayy, sorry, my bad, I ain't left in the audio
Coop sitting red outside lookin' like Mario
Yo ho see my text get to smiling like Harvey, though
And it's fye because I'm on the beat
We turnin' heads when we pull up on the street
I'm a dog, but your bitch on my dick and she tryin eat me up like a treat
Niggas fake niggas green, so I don't even care to hear what niggas speak
You can say that I'm trash, it's okay, I'ma still do my thing on the beat
I ain't talkin' bout Nike when I say that all of my niggas elite