Artist: Ghetto Mafia
Album: Straight From the Dec
Song: Fool I Got Yay
(chorus 2x)
Fool I got yay
Straight from the dec on a grindin' day
Late night I hit the hemp fold of greens
Right back to the trap serving fiends
(verse 1: Wicked)
Check the eyes of a ragin' savage
f** my b**h
f** Oprah
f** marriage
Get it in gold
Don't ask Wicked for sh**
I'm over charging these n***as for this blowned up sh**
Those punk-a** n***as in the hood want his cash back
(Man y'all know you overcharged for dat count of wax(?))
I can't tell Nino
They've added 'em up like burnouts
(Just some punk-a** n***as who put the word out)
I'm the judge I've got a grudge
I'm holdin' court
Gonna finish you n***a
Gonna raid your fort
Evidently y'all don't know I'm irregular
Not your average dope dealer, burgular
See I got yay so I'm in it for a minute
Damn Columbians look to f** they own business
I send a shoutout to my n***as in the cells
Fallen Gs, broke n***as, and head swellers
See y'all are b**hes and the jury can came with ease(?)
All the cars in cribs can't fade my cheese
Last night I had a talk with the devil
He said, "Wicked(!) take this game to another level"
In my mind ain't no peace but the 9
That's why I stay ever on the grind
Grind in Decatum every day
Fool I got yay
(verse 2: Wicked)
Fool I'm climbin'
Straight grindin
(Gangsta!)
Still risin'
I got my first 20 Gs at seventeen
And f** a Benz I had a Chevy and Maclean's(?)
All them years in the hood I turned them Gs
s**ed the life from the hood like some fleas
sh** was cool 'till we blew up
Yeah, and now them faces are curious where we grew up
Went from Jag to Jetta, Jetta to hooptie
So them punk-a** cops wouldn't detect me
I flipped an H(?) so I could fold and give double-ups
My hip is blown(?)
I can't sleep uncovered up
I had to jump out the hood for several reasons
b**hes were snitchin'
n***as were schemin'
And Ghetto Mafia was under inditement
One from the fed
One from the president
(chorus)
(outro)