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letra de ye - bobby tootact

[random man]
ye, ye ye
ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
uh huh ye ye ye
yeah ye ye ye ye ye ye
ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
ye, ehn-ehn, ye, ye

grah grah boom

like, n-gga’s know how i get
mmh put some respect on my name

[verse 1: bobbytoo tact]
do this sh-t everyday so i don’t even post it
made it back in two plays and i ain’t even notice
got the boys on my d-ck tryna take all my brothers
my finger keep itching i gotta stay focused
if i up with the left ima aim with my thumb
toe to toe in the box he can’t fight one on one
if the g didn’t jam he would’ve been done
i start slapping the g like i’m tapping the drums

[verse ii: bobbytoo tact]
no i’m not like the rest of these n-ggas
if i’m signing i need more than six figures
no phone on the drill we ain’t sliding for pictures
can’t run from this g double tapping the trigger (what the f-ck?)
different beats gotta force y’all to listen(?)
i’m too close to the rim so imagine me missing
yelling out ( )
if i like how it glisten (skii)
n-ggas know how we get when the scooms get to blitzin
can’t see through the tints i might flock at his window
.45 bullets i call it “lil’ kimbo”
grrt bow watch this dumb n-gga limbo
hear the echo watch this dumb n-gga get low
mr. throw more than 6ix if he slide in a fishbowl
crouching down creep up i’ma tip-toe
want a feature? just send it on crypto
see the opps out of town we gon’ blow up the sigo(?)

might line through the trucks tryna get through the traffic
outside catching rec i was really a hooper
got me back in the field tryna play target practice
when i bend i’m not hitting civilians
get to dumping they running in buildings
do this sh-t for my brothers you don’t know the feeling
when you in the cage looking up at the ceiling
[verse 3: bobbytoo tact]
like i’m getting flashbacks
bro calling i’m sending on cashapp
slide or provide put this sh-t on my back
afro drill on my shoulders like i got a bad back
walk down got me feeling like mike
you not true fdl tryna burn out the tires[?]
why they cap on the net like my music ain’t fire?
just give me my flowers if i ever retire
i’m to nice for this sh-t so i don’t need a feature
48 for the g so it is nice to meet ya
made it back for these kids i’m like a teacher
if you ain’t shoot it up stay the f-ck on the bleachers (stay on the bench)
n-ggas is fanned out
they see what i’m doing now they got they hand out
when i was down bad no one pulled a band out
leeching, everyone jack they my mans now
top one underrated got something to prove
and i can’t crash out now i got too much to lose
eurostep let me get in my groove
put the v up in drive let me do what i do
shi left him froze but this b-tch a heater
throwing shots at that v who the f-ck in that beamer?
don’t think that i’m loafing i’m toting “fatima”
ten toes [?] til’ they free my n-gga ceaser (free ceaser)
[outro: burna boy, bobbytoo tact]
ye, ye, ye oh
ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye oh
uh huh ye, ye, ye oh
free muddy, free twice, free all the members

did i ask you what you’re trying to do?
did i ask you what you’re trying to do?
i want you to get this f-ck where he breathes
i want you to find this nancy boy, eliot ness
i want him dead!-

[verse 1: bobbytoo tact]
i want ’em dead, where the f-ck is lil’ drippy?
i let it flock cause i like to get risky
i’m still looking for rec and they not in the city
where the f-ck is the coach? tell that n-gga get with me
bro on the bike tryna flock every pedal
better not lack for a b-tch in stiletto’s
gun get to jamming start slapping the medal
he ran on his mans while i flock at his fellow
now she tryna get it like s-xy and i’m tryna f-ck on her bestie
might f-ck the whole group, if she let me
and i can’t wife no leg cause these b-tches is friendly
she get a lil’ sl-tty when she off the don
let it clap for the cam make a movie like hulu
ass fat throw it back in some lulu’s
he should’ve died on that scene it was voodoo
[outro:al capone]
i want ’em dead-
dead dead
dead dead
dead

- bobby tootact

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