Yea yea Lyrics

Man I swear to god, I'm on some new shit

Like yeah, yeah (Keep it up Sharkboy)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I'm boutta pull up and flex (flex)

3K all on my wrist (that's on my wrist)

5K all on my neck (yeah)

I'm boutta pull up like, yeah

Like come on, yeah, yeah

Like come on, scream that shit like

Like come on, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm boutta pull up with, wait nah fuck that, bitch I got bands

I just stuffed 30 racks all in my pants

You callin' me broke like that don't make sense

I got glocks, ARP's, yeah, yeah, but I'm not a stepper

I just be sippin' on Wockhardt and HiTech, you sip Dr. Pepper

You sip out a bottle, I sip out a cup, yeah, yeah, and it's double decker

I know this cliche but all of my bitches be sayin' I'm hot like a pepper

I'm out here making this money, yeah, I'm playin' chess and you playin' checkers

You think she loyal to you but she in messages, you better check her

Yeah, you better check her

Man you see this shit I'm gettin' on some new shit, come on

Come on

Come on

Come on

Yeah, come on, come on, come on

She wanna pull up and cum on me, but that don't mean nun' to me

Yeah, I can't be hangin' with none of you broke bitches, cuz' that don't be fun to me

I just be runnin' these racks up by myself, cuz' I don't nobody funding me

I'm boutta pull up and flex (bah)

3K all on my wrist (yeah)

5K all on my neck

I'm boutta pull up like, yeah

Like come on, yeah, yeah

Like come on, scream that shit like

Like come on, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah