G.T. - Yeah lyrics

Ayy yeah (Classic)
(Okay Jones)
We'll fuck this bitch up all night
Bring all the ones (yeah, yeah)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, nigga

I'm ballin' hard, I need a jersey on
You don't ball at all
Pull up all fours, nigga, back-to back
Back-to back two Bentley trucks
Two Lam' trucks black on black
Walkin' in the club, make it rain
Let's go rack for rack
Chillin' in the club
I'm in the back with the strap attached
And what I just threw, half of that
That'll get you whacked
Crawlin' in the 'Vette, no top
They ain't see me comin'
Rims sittin' offset
Fuck her with no strings attached
Before I get a job
I'll be out here sellin' narcotics
The hood hot as hell
The unmarkеds out 'cause the narcs comin'
He wanna bе with gang, I
Told him slide, nigga, drop somethin'
The dope game prices up and
Down like the stock market
Out in New Castle in Kentucky
I was servin' onions
Or in the cabin in Tennessee with the hunters
I don't really need the weed, but codeine
I'm a fuckin' junkie
I sell t-shirts and CDs
But can get you hustled

C'mon ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, nigga

Countin' up money 'til my
Motherfuckin' hands cramp
Dope came pearl white, nigga
With a damn stamp
White buffs tinted, I can't see these niggas
She was so easy
She gave the pussy up in thirty minutes
Eleven hundred horses
I just tap it and this bitch spinnin'
Most these lil' niggas, they be rappin'
They don't really live it
Anything I ever said
I either seen it or I did that
Thumbin' through the pros, I'm somewhere
Chillin' where the hills at, nigga

Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah yeah