Southside, Future - Yellow Tape lyrics

(Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?)
(808 Mafia)

Yeah, I'm out on bond and I'm popping
Can't stop me from copping a new Maserati
Shawty so bad, she spoiled, she riding
She stepping out she catch a body
Patek Philipe
I don't want it if the face can't
Be bust down I can't be modest
Go, go, niggas get digged
She look at me somethin' like a pilot
Drinking the lean with the molly
Don't get my deposit, i'm starting a riot
All these hitters are wildin', you
Can't do nun' bout it, just gotta be violent
All you did was look at my pic
She study my flow like scholars
3 phones ringing at one time
Just a young dopeboy slanging narcotics
Old hoes calling at one time
All of 'em bodies, they all a body
I got this jawn, Filet mignon
She sitting waiting in the lobby
I got this problem, as soon
As I seen the Phantom, i had to go cop it
Monclear, run there
Your wife wanna give me the sloppy
Hopped off, knock off the dogs
Iced up in the Cavalli
Trap house beating down the door
Gotta let like I'm Pat Riley
They wanna throw some salt on the gang
And we about to send 'em some shotties
Soon as you see that chrome to your brain
You ain't gon' do nothin' but potty

Made it out the streets cold
I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code
Never mind all the fake
Hundred pound bale load
Filled up on the crate
Drop down low, hit 'em with the yellow tape
(Brr)

Whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me (Brr)
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me
(Brr) hundred pieces of X on me
Gotta keep a bag of that X on me (Brr)
Hit 'em up like Bruce Lee
I'm 'bout go hop it like Bruce Lee (Brr)
Water all down my shoulder
Water all down my sleeve (Brr)
I had passed my quota
After I whipped up baking soda (Brr)
I had the rack attack
I'm 'bout to cook up straight with that
(Brr) you 'bout to make me spazz
You 'bout to make me spend this cash (Brr)
Whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me (Brr)
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me
(Brr) you can't flex on me
You'll never be able to flex on me (Brr)
Hold your nuts on me
They 'bout to place they bets on me (Brr)
VVs on me, they 'bout to to put their X on me
(Brr) hoppin' in jets like me
I got them hoppin' in jets like me (Brr)
Hundreds gold chains at least
I got me some hundreds gold chains at least
(Brr) you can tuck the heat
But you gotta always share that freak

Made it out the streets cold
I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code
Never mind all the fake
Hundred-pound bale load filled up
On the crate
Drop down low, hit 'em with the yellow tape
(Brr)

Drop down get your eagle on
Young nigga letting the desert eagle go
Free game or the free bricks? I can
Hit you with the Lamborghini flow
Couple stains, and a couple licks
What we done did at Valero
Got my money counter with me, yeah
Got it jumpin' and I got the nitro
Lamborghini tryna pop a wheelie in
This motherfucker like Rico
If I was in the streets they are
Probably tryna charge me with RICO

La Familia, only way we ride
If you gotta die then you gotta go
Couple sides with me come
Through, this is Freebandz, the mob though
Looking like Chapo
The whole hood looking like Chapo (Brr)
Looking like robbers
Whole hood looking like mobsters (Brr)
Sleep with your carbon
Always go to sleep with your carbon (Brr)
Swerve out the margins
Swerving all outside the margins (Brr)
I can't bark in, I was down bad
I was starving (Brr)
Bigger than Tarzan, my data look like Verizon
(Brr) y'all like stacks and ass but don't
Tell nobody I'm yo' boyfriend

Made it out the streets cold
I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code
Never mind all the fake
Hundred-pound bale load filled up
On the crate
Drop down low, hit 'em with the yellow tape
(Brr)

Whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me (Brr)
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me
(Brr)