Yeah

[Intro]
(Yeah!)
Came home from the Feds and turned into something
Sneaking my runner through Reagan getting them bags I hope they don't go through my luggage
First 48—
Hey Tall Wall
Hey Tall
Go, go, let's go (Yeah)

[Chorus]
(Yeah!)
Came home from the Feds and turned into something
Sneaking my runner through Reagan getting them bags I hope they don't go through my luggage
First 48 I cleaned me a ten piece nigga that shit [?] 'bout nothing
[?] when you run up some hundrеds you know that you getting some money

[Verse]
I ran up somе hundreds I'm still wearing Forces (Yeah!)
I put on Amiris [?] Jordans
I'm up on my [?] I'm feeling like Jordan the Feds get behind me they know that I'm going
I'm feeling like Gordon my feet on my car (Yeah!)
I be working the Drac' like this bitch a guitar
Hitting that FN bitch hit hard
If it's a MBox 30 or FN Five-seveN nigga it send you to God
Send you to God it send you above
Have your men they're circling up your mother crying got sent with the doves
Yeah I'm screaming "long live Whites and long live Reek and long live Buggs"
Last nigga speaking on Whites, had his mother giving out motherfucking hugs (Hey Whiteboy)
Run up my first 40 shit about nothing I had to stand on the block and I banged (Let's go) (Yeah!)
Nigga I'm riding with Ark, he going to [?] and he get over LAX and [?]
Catching them pounds and catching them planes (Yeah!)
Catching them bags I'm handing 'em off
Catching that candy this shit getting off
My opps be wishing that they're Tall Wall
Wish I would fall (Yeah!)
Shoveling shit and I'm getting that cash
Shoveling shit and I'm getting them racks
And niggas ain't spinning tell [?] "get back"
Man this shit is mandatory that Tall gotta walk with a [?] (Yeah!)
Man I might just sneak some dogfood with a lil' Fent' I'm up in the spot
Selling these bags this shit gotta get off (Yeah!)
The Feds hit the spot and we flushing the toilet
In the Q60s I'm a motherfucking dog
I ain't jacking no whip don't [?]
I ain't doing no bragging you know I'm a reaper (Yeah!)
Don't beef with Tall just ask for a feature
Feel like alias smoke, nigga I fuck on your bitch and know I'ma leave her

[Chorus]
(Yeah!)
Came home from the Feds and turned into something
Sneaking my runner through Reagan getting them bags I hope they don't go through my luggage (Yeah!)
First 48 I cleaned me a ten piece nigga that shit [?] 'bout nothing
[?] when you run up some hundreds you know that you getting some money (Yeah!)

[Outro]
[?] ain't nothing
Fucking them bitches ain't nothing
Get off the Don and I motherfucking crush him (Yeah!)