Fat Joe, A$AP Rocky, French Montana, Lil Wayne - Yellow Tape lyrics

Attention please, attention please
This feel like the whole
Entire world collapsed

Uhh, this that yellow tape shit -
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks -
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch - run
Yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips - shoot
'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

Work, I got it i got it, WHOOOO
This that yellow tape shit
Me I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight chicks on eight molly's and
They about to take eight trips
Dice game, eight trips
Got a Houston Rocket from J Prince
She get it poppin
I'm a send her shopping and that
Ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe
I'm hijacking
Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there
Five Jacksons
Sin City, KOD, hundred thousand all in one's
Versace jacket, Versace shoes
Versace shades, i got a thousand suns
Mama you the shit I'll pay your car note
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's
Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago

Uhh, this that yellow tape shit -
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks -
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch - run
Yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips - shoot
'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

Yeah, WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!
Call me Joey I'm a Bada$$
Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with a black
Flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad
Fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit
(That's swag swag) what the fuck you mean
I be sitting clean sipping lean
Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans
Triple beam when I serve the fiends
Hit you with the beam chopper scream
Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team
Magazine
Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow
My chain gold soo Woo or you true blue
Don't get your block yellow taped off
Eight bricks get it shaved off
Yeen ho yeen' know range Rove or the bank
Roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes
Uhh, this that yellow tape shit -
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks -
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch - run
Yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips - shoot
'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it

Han! Han! Han! Work work
Work work
Work work
Work work
Work i got it
I got it i got it
You know we loaded with them
Choppers by the hundred boy
When you talk about that work
You niggas unemployed white work, I got it
(got it) , brown work, I got it (got it)
2 Chainz, show your Tity ho
Damn right I got it
Just copped about eight bricks
Just copped about eight whips (haah)
Copped work from Saint Nick (haah)
Your whole stash like eight nicks (AAAH)
Smoke that loud and keep it quiet
Let that money talk
Get that brown bag and I skate
Off like I'm Tony Hawk
Benz drop my top back, your bitch look
I slide that
To the South Bronx and I pop that
She call you for that ride back (Haan)
South Bronx we got it
(got it) , Joe Crack we got it (got it)
Black card no limit ho
Damn right we 'bout it coke Boy, Joe Crack
Uhh, this that yellow tape shit -
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks -
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch - run
Yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips - shoot
'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it