YOY ZOY

[Intro]
This is a certified yoy classic
Straight from the land of Yoy
(YungJBeats)
Yoy zoy
Yoy zoy

[Verse 1: Sweet T]
I stay away from rat hoes, I ain't tryna catch cooties
I don't fuck with flat hoes, I like heavy duty booty
I like my women plain Jane, don't come around here acting bougie
I won't let the hammer bang? Bitch, call me "Judge Judy"

[Verse 2: $kid]
Hit your bitch's phone like, "Send me the nudies"
Got the can in the club and it's got the big boobies
I put raw on the fish scale, I ain't talking 'bout sushi
Put a ham in the blender, I ain't making no damn smoothie

[Verse 3: Sweet T]
Oranges looking like cuties and [?] looking like rubies
I got fiеnds on my doorstep tweaking like Pookiе
Shooter on speed dial and I ain't talking spooky
Told my bitch, "I'll call you back", like LOM Rudy

[Verse 4: $kid]
I got the L's, P's, and B's, you can call me "Poody"
Hung up the phone on your bitch, I told her not to call me moody
Ask why I got the FN? 'Cause I'm living like Lucci
Fit cost an arm and leg, I'm head to toe in Gucci

[Verse 5: Sweet T]
Four grams in the 'Wood, bitch, I'm blowing down the ether
Got a 40 on my hip, I'll blow you out your sneakers
Talking loose as a goose, looking like I play in Weezer
You ain't down to make some money? Stay at home, you a wiener

[Verse 6: $kid]
Big bag of fake pills, these ain't come from the geezers
You ain't getting shit fronted, I don't care about your fever
You be rapping about bitches and money but ain't never had either
You can catch me bumping Nutty, putting dope in the freezer

[Verse 7: Sweet T]
At LP with the fiends and they treat me like Caesar
Katy blew the whole pack, she ain't even take a breather
I told gramps back up 'cause this ain't that old reefer
You'll hit this shit once, fuck around and have a seizure

[Verse 8: $kid]
8 AM, fiends lined up, a bunch of eager beavers
Sold K to my teacher, he used to do it as his leisure
And now it's every damn day, he makes hard in a beaker
My nephew a killer in real life but on the game he a squeaker

[Verse 9: Sweet T]
Mix the yellow with the purple, I'm flying high like Kobe Bryant
I don't even serve fiends, I communicate with clients
And they all come to me, I need total compliance
My crackhead did a whippit and now he sounds like a giant

[Verse 10: $kid]
Can never stop serving, my fiends too reliant
Branda want a tester like she ain't never tried it
Every point one of molly comes with a fresh pack of Trident
When Dutch off the yellow he sound like Joe Biden

[Verse 11: Sweet T]
My fiend doing China White off the white China
I done ran up ten in each Carolina
Got a sack full of beans and I ain't talking lima
You ain't down to run it up? You a fucking vagina

[Verse 12: $kid]
Smoke blunts till I die like Waka Flocka Flame
Big burner on my hip, I'll put the flame on a lame
There's levels to this shit, you ain't even in the game
DM 734skid if you tryna file a claim

[Outro]
Yoy zoy
Every track gets a little bit of the yoy sauce
Don't get no yoy sauce on you, you know the stain doesn't come out
Yoy zoy