Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Free Yatta, Pt. 2 , by - Mozzy. Release date: 06.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Free Yatta, Pt. 2 |
| Yeah, man |
| Don dada, you heard, man? |
| Niggas know how I’m rockin', nigga |
| Niggas know how I’m comin', nigga |
| You heard me? |
| Apply pressure on these suckers, nigga |
| All day, every day |
| Shit was fucking up my focus, you feel me? |
| Haha, yeah |
| CorkolandKrazy, nigga |
| I said I bang the same gang, I ain’t switching up |
| Fuck the suckers, I ain’t cliquing up |
| Paramedics could’ve saved your homie life but they weren’t quick enough |
| Now the stretchers gotta pick him up |
| I show no mercy for the opposites, I did a lot for this |
| I ain’t squashin' shit, niggas die behind these politics |
| And free my brother Sleep, we hit a lot of licks |
| When Cork got popped, me and K took a lot of trips |
| Pulled my first skit like, «Fuck it, bro, I’m all in» |
| Check the scoreboard, we slid more than y’all did |
| Sucker popped at me, I dropped somethin' the same night |
| Had to trade for Wally, popped two niggas with the same nine |
| They said I’d be dead or in the penitentiary |
| I just wanna know if you can be there for me mentally |
| When they killed my nigga, shit fucked with me spiritually |
| Literally drop something every time I shed a tear for him |
| Dope dick, give her dope dick, baby so thick |
| Rode this and she throat this, I’m like, «Oh, shit» |
| Hold this, baby, roll this, let’s get focused |
| Let me stroke this |
| Touch your toes, let me poke this |
| I need pros, bitch |
| Bankrolls that can’t fold, bitch |
| Broke bitch, can you be my ho? |
| Hell no, bitch |
| Real nigga, I ain’t told shit, my name golden |
| Lil' nigga, you ain’t blow shit, you ain’t smoke shit |
| Your homie told on the case and y’all bool with it |
| One of mines, we smoke him, then act like we had nothin' to do with it |
| Fool with it, ayy, really a fool with it |
| Die with his gun, young nigga bought it just to boost with it |
| Gunshots, bloodshed, ain’t no truce, nigga |
| Thought it was a game until they found out that we shoot niggas |
| Bounce up out your cut, peekaboo, nigga, boo, nigga |
| New niggas? |
| What? |
| Hell nah, we don’t recruit niggas |
| Drop who, nigga? |
| Hell nah, we don’t lose, nigga |
| You a fool, nigga, we been givin' y’all the blues, nigga |
| Ayy, I need blues, baby |
| Lot to lose, baby, fuck your dude, come in twos, baby, hey |
| Yeah, you ain’t rockin' VVS’s, them is S and I’s |
| Sweet talk a broke bitch out her SSI every time |
| Fork over the fetti, I need every dime |
| Every time we slidin', niggas dyin', I ain’t never lied |
| Fingerprints, wipe that thang down, make sure it’s sanitized |
| 100K, I used to sit in the trap and just fantasize |
| Real though, forty with a boulder, that’s a dildo |
| Bobby on the federal papers, that nigga still a go |
| Broke nigga, fuck you stealing for? |
| I would’ve put you on |
| Boogers on the Rollie and we clarifying any stone |
| Bury blood, you helped carry blood, then you carried on |
| You ain’t double back and set trip, you niggas dead wrong |
| Headstone, piss all on that bitch ass nigga headstone |
| We don’t do no woofing, suckers hidin', know we cooked 'em |
| La fa-illa ties, I’ll die behind my hoodlums |
| Bitch, we don’t fuck with pork, you know my mama 'nem is Muslim |
| Got her lookin' |
| Pay me what you weigh and we can run it |
| I just pulled it off the lot, I’m through the hood doin' a hundred |
| Bitches buggin' |
| She just wanna fuck me on the leather |
| I was bool but she cool so if she suck it, I’ma let her |
| Fuck a letter, I just wanted Biggie back, blood |
| We was in the bounty politicking, bickin' back, blood |
| Still thuggin', million dollar nigga in the trenches |
| I’ma take the ride 'cause payin' for it is expensive |
| Niggas trippin', trippin' trippin', nigga, on my mama |
| Swap the nickel out and switch the plates on the Honda |
| Usalama, ain’t nothin' I wouldn’t do for all my partners |
| Ain’t a nigga I wouldn’t shoot for all my partners, yeah |