Yea Duh

[Verse 1: TRL Mar]
Aaaahh, I be real life fed up
When I'm in the missionary keep yo' legs up
Try to hit a lick and you gon' be a dead fuck
I been rushing to the money, got a head rush
She like "is you one of them" I'm like "yea duh"
If my mans wanna fuck, go ahead, duh
This bitch kick like a foot, but a handgun
If she blow my head off get her head done

[Verse 2: TRL Drich]
Yea, get a [?], get your face fucked
Niggas better watch what they say, I got drake tucked
We just poured up a ten, it's like eight cups
Nigga what's them diamonds in your watch, your shit fake bust
Shell catchers on the chop, they gon' trace what?
I got 200 on my dash, who gon' chase us?
Prestige [?] around this bitch, got my rank up
[?] for the low, then I came up
Call for a reefer and I hang up

[Verse 3: TRL Dub]
Fuck that nigga, I don't know his mans [?]
If I feel like a nigga playing, put the play on him
[?]