Yellow Tape

[Intro]
(This one ride right here, Ant)
Huh-huh, YTG, huh
Huh-huh, YTG, huh

[Chorus]
I'ma run in the city, still clutchin' the switch, I'ma frrt soon a fuck nigga play
Whenever I'm swingin' that Drac', hold it tight in my waist to make sure I hit shit in the face
Know he havin' that shit on the phone, now [his name?] at the bank, caught a hat, that wasn't shit 'bout no rank
Soon as Rod came home, went and ran up a check on his own, you talk 'bout this shit every day, on Red
JB just FaceTime my phone, gon' show me a ten and say, "Get your broke ass on"
I went and pulled out so much that the bank had to close
Ain't got shit for these bitches, risk it all for the bros
Drop a bag, get a fuck nigga smacked, I'm the stand of the city, so in the East, hot ridin' down the road

[Bridge]
And won't nobody know, and won't nobody know
Won't nobody know, won't nobody know (No, no, no, no, no)
They don't know, how would they know? Huh, huh (No, no, no, no, no)
Won't nobody know, huh, huh (No, no, no, no, no)
Won't nobody know, huh, huh (No, no, no, no, no)
Won't nobody know, how would they know? (Oh-oh)

[Verse]
I clapped a nigga on cam, my brother 'nem gave me a standin' ovation
Off Percs, I need no stamina, dick her down, fuck around, give that ho a lil' facial
JB runnin' through them bags like a track meet, no goodbye, I'll see you later
Do you wanna stamp this shit? If I spot a opp, I hop out, go to sprayin' this bitch
And I just caught a hat, ain't been right ever since
Hit 'em up, had 'em soundin' like this (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
In the city I'm sippin' on green, I'm 'posed to be sippin' on Tris, I'm a rich nigga
I keep a few killers around me, I know I'm a artist, but still can't forget I'm a trench nigga
You said you a gangster, I went did my research, I already know you a bitch, nigga
I got Whop on my side, he gon' blast it regardless, all you hear, "Grrt" when he hit, nigga
Only reason four times got a switch 'cause it shoot quicker
In Texas, got a ho thicker than two Snickers
But I [?], could've went and killed two niggas
I got this shit in a choke [?]

[Chorus]
I'ma run in the city, still clutchin' the switch, I'ma frrt soon a fuck nigga play
Whenever I'm swingin' that Drac', hold it tight in my waist to make sure I hit shit in the face
Know he havin' that shit on the phone, now [his name?] at the bank, caught a hat, that wasn't shit 'bout no rank
Soon as Rod came home, went and ran up a check on his own, you talk 'bout this shit every day, on Red
JB just FaceTime my phone, gon' show me a ten and say, "Get your broke ass on"
I went and pulled out so much that the bank had to close
Ain't got shit for these bitches, risk it all for the bros
Drop a bag, get a fuck nigga smacked, I'm the stand of the city, so in the East, hot ridin' down the road

[Outro]
And won't nobody know, and won't nobody know (No, no)
Won't nobody know (No, no), won't nobody know (No, no)
How would they know? (No, no, no, no, no)
Won't nobody know (No, no, no, no, no)
Won't nobody know (No, no, no, no, no)
Won't nobody know, how would they know?
(This one ride right here, Ant)