Yellow Tape

Intro/Chorus:
(Fat Max)
The package just landed
Man man drop it off right at the vacant
Ten bricks busting down in the basement
Tell you one more time I ain't nothing to play with
Choppa hit him made his ass do the matrix
They call me Rocky cause I'm beating my cases
If I ain't gon get you then Boog gon get you
FN 5.7 thats a baby missile
Glock 30s thats a baby pistol
A nigga want smoke we'll pull up with a hundred
Got rid of all the lead so I call my boys the drummers
Ain't shit to get smoke call my Don it ain't nothing
Everybody know Fat Max stay with something
Them niggas ain't no shooters swear to God they be bluffing
Caught em on the block thats the end of discussion
Bring the yellow tape wrap the whole hood up

Verse one:
(Fat Max)
Niggas out here purping like they can't get touched
Caught the nigga down bad and I shot him in the gut
Better shoot me when you see me now you see me so wassup
He was at the show shot him right infront of Lux
I really hop out when I pull up yeah y'all niggas know wassup
Man y'all niggas tote revolvers man that shit don't shoot enough
Got a stick on me if a nigga want beef
I ain't on no twitter shit nigga catch me in the streets
Rich Shootahs them niggas that handle the beef
If you ain't gon shoot nigga hand it to me
Me and Q sold three sixteens thats three
Seven six twos in the Draco thats me
My nigga just caught his first body I love him
Had to throw him out a wing I be dammed a nigga touch him
{?} in the beamer
Burning straight rubber
Slid on his block y'all niggas taking cover

Chorus:
(Fat Max)
The package just landed
Man man drop it off right at the vacant
Ten bricks busting down in the basement
Tell you one more time I ain't nothing to play with
Choppa hit him made his ass do the matrix
They call me Rocky cause I'm beating my cases
If I ain't gon get you then Boog gon get you
FN 5.7 thats a baby missile
Glock 30s thats a baby pistol
A nigga want smoke we'll pull up with a hundred
Got rid of all the lead so I call my boys the drummers
Ain't shit to get smoke call my Don it ain't nothing
Everybody know Fat Max stay with something
Them niggas ain't no shooters swear to God they be bluffing
Caught em on the block thats the end of discussion
Bring the yellow tape wrap the whole hood up