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[Intro: Coyote]
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang⁠— My thang
I keep my mind on the Gs , Blanco (Ki-ki-ki, ki)
[Verse 1: Coyote]
Without a doubt I get that work in the drought
You know its blood in, blood out
This aint no joke, if you run up, you get smoked
Or catch a blade and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (Ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you aint lived it, you wont understand me
Banana boat with them packs in Miami (Ayy, five-trey-five)
I get em and go, cartel ties on the low
DEA knocked on my door then deported my pop
I wonder who gave em the drop
When I find out, he get popped (Boom, boom)
My yotes gon slide, when they do, you wont survive
Like Popeyes, we leavin em fried (Grrah)
Dont play with my bread, if you aint heard what I said
Then we go off with his head, oh yeah-yeah
[Chorus: Coyote]
Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah
You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like 'No', Im like 'Yeah, yeah'
My yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, Ima pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Blueface & Coyote]
Blueface, baby (Yeah, yeah), yeah, aight
Gotta keep a chopstick in my chop (Yeah, yeah )
I just copped a house bigger than the cops in the suburbs
I'm the only nigga on my block (Yeah, yeah)
Never leave the house without that yeah-yeah
Forty knockin off Gucci headbands (Ooh)
Its not regular, baby, these is baguette- guettes
Million dollar views and some Moët get her more wet, uh (Ayy, five-trey-five)
Catch me at the top gettin top (Ooh)
She know I aint shit, but she still gon bop (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up, drippin in the drop (Ooh)
Reach for my chain and you niggas gettin popped (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Coyote]
Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah
You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like 'No', Im like 'Yeah, yeah '
My yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, Ima pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah
[Verse 3: Coyote]
Im strapped in this bitch, peep how I walk like Im Mitch
I already drank me a fifth (Ooh)
I hop in the whip, my yote extended the clip (Brr)
I promise my shooters dont miss
Dont talk to the feds, got blood on my Nike Cortez (Huh)
From kickin and stompin on heads (Boom)
The lady look guap, I aint waste my time on no thot
Cant blame her for shootin her shot, like 'Yeah, yeah' (Ooh, ayy, five-trey-five)
Shawty in the bathroom doin yeah-yeah
You want the drama, then the homie got the yeah-yeah
In the back you know I got a lot of yeah-yeah
I know you claim you gotthe same, homie, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
You like 'Mr. Me Too', part two
Whatever I say I have, you say you got, too
Like, homie yeah, yeah, so get the **** from round me
My yotes in this bitch, please dont get them rowdy, yeah
[Chorus: Coyote]
Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah
You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like 'No', Im like 'Yeah, yeah'
My yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, Ima pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah