Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yellow Tape , by - Am. Release date: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yellow Tape |
| Anytime, any place, I’ma go get him |
| Even after the war like postbellum |
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard |
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered (Get your bone shattered) |
| Who made this? |
| JB made this |
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard |
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered |
| My gun spits like Snap Capone (Snap) |
| So disrespect, you can get one in the dome (Boop, boop, boop) |
| I’m grippin' the TEC with corn that’ll shatter a bone (Shatter a bone) |
| I mean, let a nigga cough and I’ll back the chrome (Argh) |
| Leave a nigga holy, no matrimone (Oi) |
| And we don’t care about age, we’ll pattern him up (Pattern him up) |
| But if my young boys ain’t in the back of the truck (Back of the truck) |
| Put the .44 down, then I’m smackin' him up (Boop, boop, boop) |
| Bro, I push white, I’m baggin' it up |
| We done crash my man, they ain’t badder than us |
| We’re grabbin' 'em up, coulda been stabbin' 'em up |
| They’re tellin' the feds, I clocked it, I’m addin' it up |
| I put my life in this shit (Oi) |
| Coulda died for this shit (Died for this shit) |
| But when they’re hiding and hiding, I’m rising a stick (Rising) |
| Yeah, I like you a bit |
| You was riding the dick (Oi) |
| And my heart’s on E, and I’m tired of it (Tired of it) |
| Slatt could’ve been wrong but I was in the ride with a devilish squad, |
| tryna pepper this don (Boop, boop) |
| One phone call and I’m lettin' this off (Lettin' this off) |
| This weapon is hot, still check if it’s on (Check if it’s on) |
| Fling it in gear, no crocodile tears (Baow) |
| These bullets come fat like elephant ears (Ayy) |
| Two in your backpack, one in your hat (Dudu, baow) |
| I’m spinnin' it back, finna duppy a breh |
| See your little moves, robbin' friends for them O’s |
| Now I link big cuz and we scrape that bowl (Scrape that bowl) |
| Sittin' in the trap, bare flames, good smoke (Bare flames) |
| Hit a lick, big crop, back to the bando (Bando) |
| Skrrt, skrrt, backroads, when they talkin' smoke (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) |
| In a blacked-out whip when I’m lurkin', yo (Dudu, baow) |
| And my cuz saved my life, I don’t think you know (I don’t think you know) |
| With a Z of flake (Uh) and that Pyrex bowl (Dudu, baow) |
| Sittin' in the trap, I might take both (Might take both) |
| Couple more days, I might link my bro (Like my bro) |
| I might touch the road, I might slang some O’s (Gang) |
| And if a pussy want beef, we can cop a smoke (Dudu, baow) |
| And let me tell you how it goes (Huh?) |
| My bros in the can got caged, they a hazard on the road (Hazard on the road) |
| Couple more years, soon home (Soon home) |
| Couple more years, no packs, no Nokia phones (Brrt, brrt) |
| Just made a call to the runner (Runner) |
| We tryna go this summer (Where?) |
| G held it down, I was OT, doin' up tours (Doin' up tours) |
| And you ain’t even ask for a wunna (Not one) |
| How many times did we flood? |
| Did the work like plumber (Brrt, baow) |
| When I let it snow, take cover (Take cover) |
| He ain’t got a spoon so he put two drops on the cutter (Ugh) |
| C4 burn like Usher |
| How many times did we build, then we shut down shop? |
| Like, this one here is hot |
| Fans follow me 'round town, I had to tell them «Stop"(Chill out, chill out, |
| chill out) |
| Cah I can’t even do my job |
| I was tryna move that rock, in the blocks, on the gully side (Ayy) |
| I ain’t gonna lie, gunshot for a sodomite (Gunshot) |
| I’m really in the field, you can see it in my eyes (See it in my eyes) |
| I’ll put the burner to your face, I’ll burn you if you like (Burn you if you |
| like) |
| See your little moves, robbin' friends for them O’s |
| Now I link big cuz and we scrape that bowl (Scrape that bowl) |
| Sittin' in the trap, bare flames, good smoke (Bare flames) |
| Hit a lick, big crop, back to the bando (Bando) |
| Skrrt, skrrt, backroads, when they talkin' smoke (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) |
| In a blacked-out whip when I’m lurkin', yo (Dudu, baow) |
| And my cuz saved my life, I don’t think you know (I don’t think you know) |
| With a Z of flake (Uh) and that Pyrex bowl (Dudu, baow) |
| Anytime, any place, I’ma go get him |
| Even after the war like postbellum |
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard |
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered (Get your bone shattered) |
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard |
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered |