Yeah Yeah

[Intro]
(IMixNation for real)
(Denny, what you cookin'? Yeah)

[Verse 1: Trap Dickey]
They gotta understand I don't like games, I don't do too much playin' (Too much playin')
Three little boys, three little girls, nigga, I'm a grown-ass man (Boom)
Menace to society, I run the streets, that's where I stand (Where I stand)
Chest poked out, standin' on ten toes, bitch, what you sayin'?
I raised a lot of shooters, they beside me, they not under me
Cross tracks legend, throwin' fours what they gonna be
So run, yeah (Boom)
Got some hitters rough that 'cross the creek and they gon' gun, yeah (Gang, gang)
Before I bought the Js up on my feet, we bought some guns, yeah (Trap)
Rappin' just for fun, yeah, a certified member
Plus my heart cold like December and I'm runnin' with some killers (Boom)
If I slide, I know they with me, traumatized from all this killin' (This killin')
People still call us the hitters, couple snakes and they got venom (Boom)
Streets cold, for real
I'm in the hood, I know the fiends, they gon' tell where you live (Where you live)
Heard them L.A. boys come around the corner, all they know is drill
Niggas killin' who you love (Who you love)
Paranoid from homicides, you faded out, you full of drugs (Gang) Put you in a gang, big homie changed, he ain't tell you what it was (What it was)
Bodies drop, they full of slugs, hollow tips for runner-up

[Chorus: Trap Dickey]
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine (Boom)
Thuggin' on the North, these niggas act like I ain't outside (Gang)
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline (Trap)
And I'm totin' 45s, my brother aim legit and he won't miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine
Thuggin' on the North, these niggas act like I ain't outside (Boom)
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline
And I'm totin' 45s, my brother aim legit and he won't miss, he carry both 9s (Gang, gang, Trap)

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine
Ain't gotta talk mine, it's up in black and white, I sling iron
Really don't mind, I'll shoot you black and white, that Southside Streets I was raised, I bled 'em every night, stop signs
Runnin' right through 'em, they tryna take our life, we baptized
But we ain't said prayers in 'bout a thousand nights
Duckin' mama 'cause mama know we ain't livin' right
I put that purple in my Sprite, it turned to murder overnight
The money got to comin' in, I had a purpose overnight
Me and my uncle whippin' soft up in the loft (Yeah)
Its 40K made off cocaine 'fore "Set It Off"
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside, courtside, iced up, two 9s
I'm a million dollar nigga, still in the club throwin' gang signs

[Chorus: Trap Dickey]
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine (Denny, what you cookin'? Yeah)
Thuggin' on the North, these niggas act like I ain't outside (Gang)
And I serve for real, my phone be jumpin' like a hotline (Trap)
And I'm totin' 45s, my brother aim legit and he won't miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey)
Bitch, I'm 'bout mine