Yung Booke - Yo Daddy lyrics

Dripping way hard as your
Daddy, only excited, don't get embarrassed
Pull up in brand new McLarens
Hop out I'm dabbing, designer fashion
Clutching on sticks and shit, I'm
Tryna hit some shit, bullseye
It ain't no second guessing it's
Either you or I up it and bust it
Straight out the dirt I want muddy
Dropped off the porch til he thug it
Dick riding people they claim
That they love me
I got trust issues, ain't shit fake
We can't kick it
If I don't fuck with you… oh ya ya ya

I do the dash, I got a need for speed
Guy got us snitching the rack come up missing
And slick don't we need to breath
Know I don't be rocking with none of those
Niggas but I still be fucking with Steve
(that's my lo)
Dog wanna beef with on the brown the
Wannabe gangster be killing with key
The top spot in my destination
Big Will pull up right now
And just drop your location
The uno neighbors will leave it blazing
In my hood cuz that's who made me
Ask the preacher because he couldn't save me

I'm a run up the shell
Pussy I'll cock yo bow, gang yelling fuck 12
I hit the curb, let go of the wheel
My cup fell
Repping the game forever for lifer for real
Like fuck yeah
Clutching that metal I'll shoot at whoever
You better not touch yeah

Dripping way hard as your
Daddy, only excited, don't get embarrassed
Pull up in brand new McLarens
Hop out I'm dabbing, designer fashion
Clutching on sticks and shit, I'm
Tryna hit some shit, bullseye
It ain't no second guessing it's
Either you or I up it and bust it
Straight out the dirt I want muddy
Dropped off the porch til he thug it
Dick riding people they claim
That they love me
I got trust issues, ain't shit fake
We can't kick it
If I don't fuck with you… oh ya ya ya

We made the way, these niggas riding
Labels be scared to sign me
They say we in the
Streets causing the violence
Soon as a lil nigga try
Me, bullets go flying, we starting a riot
You dripping all wrong your dab ain't it
The shit you on know I wouldn't buy it
(know I wouldn't buy it)
Tell your dogs to slow your
Roll your lil partner tripping
Fuck all the clutching I'm a shoot
This bitch like Scottie Pippen
I'm a change what where I'm in the trenches
Wanna start better get up off the benches
I’m a start summer gear in Givenchy
Blue hundreds got my bank roll cripping
I'm a real lo
Plus I'm strapped you acting like
The gun don't kill folk
That nigga had the game I took it
Put it in a real yo
And I don't gotta sign the deal
I just start rapping now be worrying
About a mill or so

Dripping way hard as your
Daddy, only excited, don't get embarrassed
Pull up in brand new McLarens
Hop out I'm dabbing, designer fashion
Clutching on sticks and shit, I'm
Tryna hit some shit, bullseye
It ain't no second guessing it's
Either you or I up it and bust it
Straight out the dirt I want muddy
Dropped off the porch til he thug it
Dick riding people they claim
That they love me
I got trust issues, ain't shit fake
We can't kick it
If I don't fuck with you… oh ya ya ya