MO3 - Yeah Yeah Lyrics

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Bitch, you gon'-
I'm cutthroat
Cutthroat for real
(HeartBeatz on the track)

When I'm out in public, youngin, he be thuggin'
This a whole lotta money on me, ain't it?
Play with him, we slump him
We gon' take him under
Runnin' through the jungle, why would I be scared?
Count it up, run it up, yeah
All this money, I be talkin' to the dead
Bitches wanna f*ck, kick 'em out the bed
I just want the head, then go get the bread

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah
I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah
Told her, "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah
Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah
Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah
I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah
Told her, "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah
Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

Niggas be hatin' when I be flexin' in this bitch, yeah-yeah
Ain't doin' no fightin', I'ma use this weapon in this bitch, yeah-yeah
Say my name, then it's up, yeah, it's stuck, yeah-yeah
On my gang, you get slumped, put 'em up, yeah-yeah
Trap house, eatin' up noodles
Dumb-dumb ridin' with the Uzi
I don't wanna speak, let 'em talk to my shooter
Mini MAC-10 on the end got a cooler
I might give yo' ho a day job, yeah, I'ma use her
Catch a flight before I take off, she gon' give me that booty, yeah
Make it jump like a rabbit
Give me that money, it's a habit, yeah-yeah
Beat it up, then stab it
Baby, I ain't tryna get married, yeah-yeah
I be countin' up cabbage
Racks on me automatic, yeah-yeah
If a nigga want static (brrt)
Young nigga turn up my savage, yeah-yeah

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah
I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah
Told her, "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah
Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah
Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah
I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah
Told her, "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah
Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

I run to the money
Go get the cash, yeah-yeah
Trip-triple my bag, yeah-yeah
I'm-I'm on they ass, yeah-yeah
They know I be thuggin' when I'm in the club, yeah-yeah
Big booty bitch, yeah-yeah
She super thick, yeah-yeah
How can I lie? When I be turnt, I do my dance, yeah-yeah
But I keep that fye tucked in my pants, I get them bands, yeah-yeah
Racks on me, get low
Yeah, I wanna f*ck on you
Better be clean when the boy come through
V.I.P. strapped, turnt up, get loose, yeah-yeah

Pull up on ya ho with the pole, like, gimme that throat
I'm with the shit, yeah-yeah
I'm on go, big ol' sticks in this bitch, yeah-yeah
Told her, "Make sure this dick stay hard," yeah-yeah
Send my opps to the graveyard, yeah-yeah

Graveyard, yeah-yeah
Gra-gra-graveyard, yeah-yeah
Gra-gra-graveyard, yeah-yeah