Yung Bleu, OMB Peezy, D-Aye - Ayeee lyrics

Yung Bleu

LeParis Kentae Dade Sr.

[Yung Bleu, OMB Peezy, D-Aye - Ayeee lyrics]

From my hood to your hood, from
My block to they block
You dig what I'm sayin'
(from the projects mama)
Like everything I'm seein'
Everything I'm related to
Nigga I'm reppin' this shit
For the streets, you heard
(straight from the projects mama)
I know you have to relate to me
All this shit I'm talkin' about

I remember days I ain't have it
I was sleepin' on a pissy mattress
I'm tryna multiply my money, flip it around
Do it like gymnastics
I had to take a gamble in the streets
You know I keep a tool when I be sleep
I just be thinkin' 'bout a lot of demons
I see a lot of niggas want to be me
Ayy I'll never cross on my niggas, no
Every nigga around me they sellin' dope
I came off the block but I'm still here
All the real niggas like gotta feel him
You remember when you laughed at me?
Lil bitch I was fucked up
Now a nigga back at it
Post up in the crack alley
Bad bitch smell good so she gonna
Throw it back at me
I'm soaking wet, my heart ache
Ayy I was sittin' in the rain mama
Pill popper, goin' through pain mama
Still sippin' on the drank mama
Before I let you play me I'ma say somethin'
I won't let no nigga take from me
Tell a nigga come direct mama
I'm straight from the projects mama

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
I wake up and get me a bankroll
Sippin' 'Tussin
Is we gon' pour up a four?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
No time for the actin'
Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
You know I came straight out the projects
What the hood gon' do without me?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
Salute to the streets, know they love me
I won't let them folks down
They can trust me

Patiently waiting for my time to come
I done told my mama that I made it
Kept gettin' in trouble for shit
Police callin' my mama
Wouldn't let her come and get her baby
I'm goin' brazy, this shit ridiculous
How quick they be sellin'
Their soul to Caucasians
I just pray that I make it
These snitches been takin' us
Out on the daily
Sip somethin' and get faded
They kicked in the trap
I'm glad I wasn't there when they raided
I don't give two fucks
Daddy ain't there then I'm
Killin' you baby
They got bullets, we got bullets too baby
Ain't a nigga on earth bulletproof baby
This a forty, not a deuce deuce baby
Ride with a deuce, I'ma look at you crazy
Snitch might as well be a rapist
Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist
Every night I dream 'bout makin' it
Now that I made it still
Dream about makin' it
Snitch might as well be a rapist
Sold your soul, better off bein' an atheist
Every night I dream 'bout makin' it
Now that I made it still
Dream about makin' it, peezy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
I wake up and get me a bankroll
Sippin' 'Tussin
Is we gon' pour up a four?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
No time for the actin'
Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
You know I came straight out the projects
What the hood gon' do without me?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
Salute to the streets, know they love me
I won't let them folks down
They can trust me

Stayed in the trap with a MAC and a stick
I'm that lil nigga from back in the bricks
I'm that lil nigga got it out the mud
They know I got the wave, nigga buzzin'
I got a stick with it
Came with the dick in it
Ain't finna play with it
I gotta stay with it
I fuck your bitch on the floor
I'ma lay in it, yeah, hey
Load up the cartridge, we gotta jump it
I'm from the bottom, I came out the dungeon
I keep that fire on my waist like a girdle
I get to poppin', I make 'em do hurdles
My pockets stick out like the
Head on a turtle
Nigga come play with my gang, he get murdered
I send a nigga to do you a service
I do the dash in a four door Suburban
I got this money off rappin' and servin'
I got this money off juggin' and stickin'
I got them fleas on my finger, it's itchin'
Taliban, chopper with the extension
Took the doolie, went and sat it on inches
Yeah nigga, young nigga shit
Nigga yeah nigga gang shit, Peezy, D-Aye
Nigga you know what the fuck goin' on

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
I wake up and get me a bankroll
Sippin' 'Tussin
Is we gon' pour up a four?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
No time for the actin'
Baby I know what you 'bout so get nasty baby
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
You know I came straight out the projects
What the hood gon' do without me?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy hey
Salute to the streets, know they love me
I won't let them folks down
They can trust me

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