CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 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 bonе (Shatter a bone)
I mean, lеt a n***a cough and I'll back the chrome (Argh)
Leave a n***a 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 sh*t (Oi)
Coulda died for this sh*t (Died for this sh*t)
But when they're hiding and hiding, I'm rising a stick (Rising)
Yeah, I like you a bit
You was riding the d**k (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
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 bonе (Shatter a bone)
I mean, lеt a n***a cough and I'll back the chrome (Argh)
Leave a n***a 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 sh*t (Oi)
Coulda died for this sh*t (Died for this sh*t)
But when they're hiding and hiding, I'm rising a stick (Rising)
Yeah, I like you a bit
You was riding the d**k (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
