Yellow Tape

[Verse 1: Jay5ive]
Grah, grah grah
Nigga, better stay with ya G, ‘cause I’m startin’ feel like if I’m boutta geek
Dreadhead ‘ooter, they know I’m a tweak
I threw five on that corner when I spun over east
Why? I cannot lack for no treesh
Dudeylo gon’ die if he run into me, but, Notti and Dotty I steam
Banged two shots on that block about like 17
But, I’m really smokin’ on E, ‘cause E with the dot threw the dot to his bean
Nigga, Wasca be punching my chest and Caine caught a shot tryna get sumn’ to eat (Word to my dead)
But, word to my deads yeah I’m clicking, I cannot wait ‘til I see ‘Play4keeps
Nigga, don’t you ask ‘bout the rapper who glitchin’, word to my deads I will walk down the street
Nigga, word to bro I start spinnin’, start blitzin’
Bro that I'm with in the back tryna OD
Word to my deads we saw Draco and hit him, that nigga got smacked wit' the back of the V
Ty Boogz shot, skapped once again
Shots gettin' thrown
Niggas beat on Ron Sleeze
I know Gotz

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]
Like, Yellow Tape
Fuck Noah, got stomped in his face
Fuck all the O’s know I’m adding a K, give a fuck who get mad or who feeling a way
Melly is home, so all of the capping and rapping is gone
Niggas gon’ lie like we not gettin’ active, free Raf, threw pain when I hung up the phone
Niggas don't cap, I had all black, told bro walk up, started bussin’ the chrome
Fuck Mel and lil’ Edot, that nigga G hot, where was lil’ Dudey? He feelin’ alone
Niggas get mad when I’m mentioning Notti and Wasca, on bro that shit hittin’ them home
Nigga pushed up, nigga went poof, nigga DD a bitch should’ve picked up a chrome
Niggas dropping the O and we bangin’ on Kreeps, niggas know that we never needed ‘em for help
2 last month and they tuckin’ the tag, on bro niggas been givin’ niggas the belt
Niggas on hush mode, niggas not making it hot ‘cause the boys steady tappin’ our phones
Like, clap clap, we was the ones pullin’ up to they store hoppin’ out with our chrome
Dudey keep rapping like he steady spinnin’ these blocks, word to bro niggas know he a lie
All of them deads and he got zero tags in the bag, how the fuck do he throw when he cry?
Like, poof poof, I know you be wishin’ to see Edot Baby dumbass one more time
Like look in the sky, nigga that’s Notti and Yellow and Caine, niggas couldn’t survive
Baow baow baow