ISO Indies - Yin & Yang lyrics

ISO indies, Indies, yeah
ISO indies, Indies, aye aye
Yeah

Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang
We let it ring
Please don't start us up, got
That black and white, that Ying and Yang
Mr officer, please don't search us
We don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn
That ass be pokin' out them jeans
I been sparkin' up, light the fireworks
I keep the flame
Heard you barkin' up, this the wrong tree
I got the strains
Yeah, I'm chargin' up, they can't keep up
Got 'em lookin' drained
Now they walkin' up
Tryna put the face to the name

Pull and I and I'm swеrvin'
If a nigga try to holla, she gon' curve him
We camе from under rugs like a Persian
We been stay in our lane, ain't no mergin'
Wrap a nigga like a motherfuckin' turban
Yeah, these niggas all square like lrving
Yeah, we grew up in the hood, no suburbans
If I say I need my money, then it's urgent
Yeah yeah, they want me to quit
Yeah, they want to shift
But as long as I'm alive
We gon' keep on makin' hit's
While they steady shootin' bricks
Man it's lit, yeah, it's lit
Me and Bill back to back, and yeah
I'm dishin' the assist
Yeah, they talk a lotta shit
But we really with the shit's
Lame ass niggas always gon' be
Reachin' for their hip
Smoke a nigga like a clip
They could never catch me slippin'
Every time your girl around
She be watchin' the way I'm drippin'

Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang
We let it ring
Please don't start us up, got
That black and white, that Ying and Yang
Mr officer, please don't search us
We don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn
That ass be pokin' out them jeans
I been sparkin' up, light the fireworks
I keep the flame
Heard you barkin' up, this the wrong tree
I got the strains
Yeah, I'm chargin' up, they can't keep up
Got 'em lookin' drained
Now they walkin' up
Tryna put the face to the name

I'm in flex mode with the best tho, tho, tho
That's a major key, that's
A chess move, move, move
I'm ya favorite G, I think
It's best yo, yo, yo
Stop with all the grillin', I'm on jet fuel
Takin' off, clear the runway, nah
They cannot clip my wings
Yeah they soft, they ain't homie
They ain't even on the scene
Play it smart, they don't know me
They just knowin' what they see
What it cost to get flee
But this style here ain't free
This that swag, this that
Splash one wrong move, that's yo ass
Do the dash, keep a stash
Just in case they tryna flash never lack
We don't slack tell the ops run it back
I don't brag, I'm relaxed
I'm not into all of that yeah
It's really just the fam and my dawgs
I just gotta make a call
I ain't into all that chattin', not at all
Not at all yeah, I put that on the squad
We been outcha goin' hard
We on deck, please don't make 'em

Go and try ya luck, test me and the gang
We let it ring
Please don't start us up, got
That black and white, that Ying and Yang
Mr officer, please don't search us
We don't got a thing
Tell her park it up, damn
That ass be pokin' out them jeans
I been sparkin' up, light the fireworks
I keep the flame
Heard you barkin' up, this the wrong tree
I got the strains
Yeah, I'm chargin' up, they can't keep up
Got 'em lookin' drained
Now they walkin' up
Tryna put the face to the name