Flight School - Yeah 2 Da Yeah lyrics

[Hook] b**h I'm yeah to da yeah Play with me and that's yo a** All my b**hes bad and yo b**hes up for grabs b**h I'm yeah to da yeah Smokin' on that yeah, clutchin' on that yeah Run up on me ima blast b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah [Verse 1] b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I creep up on you with no mask And I ain't talking bout no gas but when i smoke you you goin gag b**h you better clear the path, cuz I'm murking when the sun down Got my gun out Its like one out I ain't talking bout no shoes when I say baby pull them pumps out We don't fight we shoot on site f** a drive by we do run downs and he took too long to dump out when we jumped out now he done now b**h its Flame Gang and Young Money Ion give a f** bout none (Cough) f** this that Withdrawals hold on let me put this blunt out and let me put this cup down It's Mr. BrazyFlow They should recall me in the nut house f**a might pa** me yo b**h I bout to rock out with my co*k out Knock her p**y out the park I'm in the dugout with my nuts out [Hook] b**h I'm yeah to da yeah Play with me and that's yo a** All my b**hes bad and yo b**hes up for grabs b**h I'm yeah to da yeah Smokin' on that yeah, clutchin' on that yeah Run up on me ima blast b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah [Verse 2] I just got my checks up, now I need a check up Cuz I puke on these beats and can't nobody clean my mess up Drop the top and roll a fat one Grab the swisher you roll that one Give me head I f** yo weave up take this 100 get yo hair done And these blunts kickin' my a** I'm getting jumped I need a fair one And I do this for the east side where we flamed up like a flare gun Got two b**hes trynna pair up Told my dick just let them share us Eat her out just give me brain, food for thought now pull my chair up Man I hope you say your prayers, but I'm thuggin' to Hellcome Bout to bring my city back, just thank me later b**h you welcome I be shinnin' beamin' girls And big timin' stuntin' and flouncin' Lamborghini sittin' on Jordans with two more in my garage [Hook] b**h I'm yeah to da yeah Play with me and that's yo a** All my b**hes bad and yo b**hes up for grabs b**h I'm yeah to da yeah Smokin' on that yeah, clutchin' on that yeah Run up on me ima blast b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah b**h I'm yeah to da yeah I'm yeah to da yeah