Big Yavo, Bankroll Freddie - Still Eating Noodles lyrics

Gang no, we ain't tuckin' no chain nowhere
(Yoom, yoom, yoom)
You pick up what I'm puttin' down?
Crazy (Yoom) swing that bitch like the Navy
(Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Tired of these hoes, I might pull up in Chevy
(Let's do it) ayy, tired of these hoes
I might pull up in Chevy (Chevy Tahoe)
Tired of these hoes, I might pull up in Chevy
(Tahoe, pull up in Tahoe) ayy

Tired of these hoes, so I pull up in Chevy
Peanut butter the guts
That's the reason they jealous
Ayy, reach for this necklace
I send you to heaven
Big bankroll on me in this bitch with Freddie
Ayy, chop got a knife
That bitch cut like it's Krueger
She say, "Yay, you too
Young" told her, "Baby


I fuck with the cougars"
They say, "Yay, you gettin' money
Why you still eatin' noodles?"
Do 'bout three more shows
Take that shit to the jeweler

Call 'bout three more hoes
Take them to the loft
It be hard to get pussy
When she know you soft
Ayy, fell in love with my Glock
Treat that bitch like my spouse
Me and you not the same
My bitch can't put me out
Out on the North with them poles
I came straight from that south
That nigga flex with two bands
I spent that on a couch
He happy made twenty, that shit in my mouth
Need to slow down on that drank
You smell Wock' when I cough
I made fifty in a drought
When corona just hit
I put Off White, Dolce & Gabbana on my bitch
I say, watch where you walk
Spent lot on these kicks
Lil' nigga, don't piss me off
You get shot in your shit
Big Yay a dog in that booth
Niggas shot out the gate
Ayy, my homeboy sell dog, I
Ain't talkin' 'bout no pit, ayy
Keep a glick
But I'm ridin' with the stick
'cause that's big bae
Don't call me lil' bruh, bitch
You knowin' I'm Big Yay

Tired of these hoes, so I pull up in Chevy
Peanut butter the guts
That's the reason they jealous
Ayy, reach for this necklace
I send you to heaven
Big bankroll on me in this bitch with Freddie
Ayy, chop got a knife
That bitch cut like it's Krueger
She say, "Yay, you too
Young" told her, "Baby
I fuck with the cougars"
They say, "Yay, you gettin' money
Why you still eatin' noodles?"
Do 'bout three more shows
Take that shit to the jeweler

Yeah 'Bout three more lines
Then the kid gon' be sloppy
In the Lamb', sippin' drank
With your bitch, gettin' toppy
Lil' bitch, she a thotty
Put her on some molly
Suck dick double handed, lil' bitch
She done got me
Fuck her, then I dip, I can't lay up
I'm outtie think he richer than me, boy
I laugh 'cause I doubt it no Master P, bae
But I'm turnt and I'm 'bout it
Lambo' cost three hundred, but fuck it
I mount it
In Birmingham ridin' with Dracos and Yavo
Two shooters with me
They gon' do as I say so don't play
Don't get hit in your face with a Draco
Gave my lawyer a fifty
Told him get the case closed
Don't talk to me if it
Ain't bank or the pesos
Don't play with my guap
I'll bust your tomato
When I catch an opp, I'ma give him a halo
Roll him in a 'Wood, boy, take
This pack to the face, bro

Tired of these hoes, so I pull up in Chevy
Peanut butter the guts
That's the reason they jealous
Ayy, reach for this necklace
I send you to heaven
Big bankroll on me in this bitch with Freddie
Ayy, chop got a knife
That bitch cut like it's Krueger
She say, "Yay, you too
Young" told her, "Baby
I fuck with the cougars"
They say, "Yay, you gettin' money
Why you still eatin' noodles?"
Do 'bout three more shows
Take that shit to the jeweler