YAYO (WHITE PARIS)

[Part I: "YAYO"]

[Chorus]
I just fucked this ho from out the city
They wan' see what I'm gon' do, I told them folks, "Just wait and see"
Ain't abidin' by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I bleed
You so lost inside the sauce, I just can't save you, you a treesh
I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hanging from a tree
You losing cash about a thot, that shit be painin' me to see
I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets
I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive
Nigga, stop lyin'

[Bridge]
Nigga, stop lyin'
Go ahead, show the stat lines
Pass the bitch up, Matt Ryan
Pass the bitch up, Matt Ryan

[Verse]
Got some racks tucked, I ain't lyin'
We servin' dope in the nighttime
I'm moving the yayo from L.A. to motherfucking Paris, I'm servin' that white now
Servin' that yayo right now
Hop-out this bitch with a model, I don't even post, so you wouldn't even know, huh
I'm 'bout to fuck up the throttle, I'm pushin' the Bentley just like it's a boat, huh, yeah
Cash rules everything around me
Get a bag, serve it to the zombies
I'm in New York with mad hoes, they all do that coke, this shit just around me
I can't talk to my fave ho 'cause I think that she mad I fucked with her homie
We was pushing that Tahoe, servin' mad folks on the street, I ain't even gon' hold you
Nigga, yeah, we the mob, who told you?
Mafia boss, who told you?
You gotta shut your mouth to keep your life, lil' baby, I told you
This shit ain't no game, but this not a gang, we got some soldiers (Some soldiers)
Just fucked this ho from out the city
And I got money waitin' on me up in the A, I'm making plays
You know I'm Big Lord Piero, I ain't worried about no ho up in my face
You just can't be on what we on, we get the cash then hit the bank

[Chorus]
I just fucked this ho from out the city
And I don't fuck with these peons, these niggas get crushed up in the A
Ain't abidin' by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I bleed
We do not speak on a cell phone, niggas tryna get a case
I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hanging from a tree
My niggas speak from the jail phone, shit get to me everyday
I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets
Then what you trustin' a bitch for? That's how you get put up in that grave
I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive

[Outro]
I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not retarded, can't you see?
I got a Glock right on my hip in case these niggas need to cease
C'est beau
N'est-ce pas?

[Part II: "WHITE PARIS"]

[Intro]
Woah
Woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah

[Verse 1]
I heal my broken hearts with pesos, can't trip 'bout no ho
We move that cocaine, my runners bring that shit from SoHo
I can't fear no man, I'll run this shit up in a Polo, okay, okay
I'm in Paris, eatin' on Lo mein for the low-low
I'm the Devil in Prada, pimp my bitch in a ride, her name like Coco
She told me she was an angel, but she got secrets, she don't post those
She like gettin' high, but she don't like paparazzi, please, no photos
I stay dressed for a funeral, but I'm not sure who died yet
Every day, I wake up tired, I still get fly, that's just my mindset
I'ma put this shit on God, I'm raising the bar, you niggas can't fight this
Take care of all of my broads, that's on my life, my baby some fine shit

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Sometimes, we don't act right, baby girl, that's how it be
But I'ma stick down for my brothers, I'ma stay right by the creek
We got this shit right out of the gutter, if you don't like it, you could leave
Bro be speedin' off codeine, it get hard for him to breathe
It get hard for us all, can't let it fall, can't suck my teeth
I got love for all the bitches that was lying to me, cheatin'
'Cause now I'm draped in cocaine money, I'm laughin' with the cheese, yeah

[Outro]
Come on
I made it snow in Paris, I got white powder all on the streets
Keep a kilo in these baggies, I dish 'em out to these fiends
I'ma get it how I got to, a hundred racks in my jeans