Lyrics Yada Yada - Rayne Storm, Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard, Kazzy Raxx

Yada Yada

All I hear is whole lotta yada yada
Bang bang boom
Blah blah, blah blah
Blah blah, blah blah
Bought a buncha prada
Lotta drama
Top shottas
Got the baddest bitch, gun, cash, cars and hoes, yo
If you taking aim, betta be for the head
Cuz when it’s my turn
Ill burn like the needle was spread
If Caesar is dead, you king who?
Run the jewels
And wear it to your funeral
This is a burial for you and you
A eye for eye, I’m leaving wit two
The way I’m leaving dude
They crying like
It’s unbelievable
I’m notorious for killing a rhyme, it’s no Biggie
Got death row for spitting these lines, so Pac dig me
Rolling in their Graves hearing rappers from their cities
So I killed a rapper, sent him up em up to heaven wit my EP
Be easy
Playing me for the friendly
Especially when mentioning me
In the negative
Suggestive shit
Don’t gotta say much
If draw
Naw this is not a paintbrush
This is pain plus
Incredibly dan-ger-ous
Hands clean, I just stay in the cut
You thinking I’m playing, what’s up
All I hear is whole lotta yada yada
Bang bang boom
Blah blah, blah blah
Blah blah, blah blah
Bought a buncha prada
Lotta drama
Top shottas
Got the baddest bitch, gun, cash, cars and hoes, yo