YELLOW SMOKE Songtext
von PHRESHER

Hold on, wait
Yellow Tape, 2E′s, huh?
Haha

Hold on, wait, woah
I had to get to the dough
Money was comin' in slow
Doublin′ up on the coke
Hold on, wait
Hoes be all on my line
Tell 'em I don't got no time
I be outside, I′m outside with my slimes
Hold on, wait
I had to get to the dough
Money was comin′ in slow
Wake up and jump in my mode
Hold on, wait
Hoes be all on my line
Tell 'em I don′t got no time
I be outside, I'm outside with my slimes


Yeah, hopped in and kill mode, no intro, no long stories
Just me and one real bitch, these fake bitches just wasn′t for me
'Specially on my road to glory, found my way, yeah, mo′ money
Broke niggas just sound funny, bought Yellow Tape new buddies
Can't eat, leave the crew hungry, cool nigga 'til the mood ugly
Then I suggest a nigga move from me
If I don′t do it, shit, do it for me
And I don′t even gotta ask, like Smoke, man, give him a pass
I'm too busy doin′ math, somebody gotta subtract
They don't ever give me credit, fuck it, I′ll take the debit
At the throat, chloraseptic, everything ain't everything
But everything come with static, one shot kill, no edit
No paper trail, better shred it, I′ma whip it forever and dead it
Throwin' up where they from, shootin' shit, Trae Young
No day twos, gotta stay true, still kickin′ it with day ones
Want the cookies and the crumbs, countin′ up, fingers numb
No day twos, gotta stay true, still kickin' it with day ones

Hold on, wait, woah
I had to get to the dough
Money was comin′ in slow
Doublin' up on the coke
Hold on, wait
Hoes be all on my line
Tell ′em I don't got no time
I be outside, I′m outside with my slimes
Hold on, wait
I had to get to the dough
Money was comin' in slow
Wake up and jump in my mode
Hold on, wait
Hoes be all on my line
Tell 'em I don′t got no time
I be outside, I′m outside with my slimes


I see a opp, give a headshot, I got a Glock with a red dot
You better chill 'cause my head hot
I′ll off your top, leave your head chopped
I'm in the cut with them demons, all of my niggas be geekin′
Kill a nigga, no reason, my niggas is sick, need treatment
Hold on, wait, woah, I got a Glock with no safety
I got no friends, they betrayed me
And if you want a verse then you pay me
I'm gettin′ guap, they love my bop
I see a opp then we spinnin' his block
Leavin' ′em wet, gettin′ 'em mopped
Not talkin′ Henny when we givin' shots
They miss the old me, I told ′em I'm back
Had to hit Fresha, what′s up with the track?
No lie, I wanted to go back to back, but
This shit'll do 'cause this shit is crack
Bitches is mad that I′m flexin′, bitch
I'm the G.O.A.T. and I′m next up
Hit up the jeweler, like, "lit up my necklace
" Smackin' these bitches, she reckless
Fuck is you checkin′? I'm off the molly, he on my body
Sorry, not sorry, don′t cuff in the party
I'm drinkin' Henny, I don′t do Bacardi
I don′t do no dutches, I'm rollin′ up Marley, hold on, wait
I had to get to the what? I had to get to the chicken
Got in my bag, I got low and went missin'

Hold on, wait, woah
I had to get to the dough
Money was comin′ in slow
Doublin' up on the coke
Hold on, wait
Hoes be all on my line
Tell ′em I don't got no time
I be outside, I'm outside with my slimes
Hold on, wait
I had to get to the dough
Money was comin′ in slow
Wake up and jump in my mode
Hold on, wait
Hoes be all on my line
Tell ′em I don't got no time
I be outside, I′m outside with my slimes