Chris Brown - Yellow Tape lyrics

[Verse 1] Wait a sec, wait a minute Don't compare me to them other n***as Never fear, Smith & Wesson I'm about to go to war, gon' pleasure b**hes Where the real friends at when you really need 'em? When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em I got my own lane, lonely What happen to the b**hes in the party? A 100 bottles that was every weekend b**hes bodied in my crib like the Colosseum After 3 AM, you know we getting freaky Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings Tired of the fake loving Fake Hollywood, fake pa**ion Fake gang banging and they claiming on pop sh** Fake titties and c**aine in they nostrils, I be cryin' [Verse 2] Too with it, n***a, bring a bottle And if it's my time to go, I'm taking everybody Don't care, my n***a, we shootin' anybody And if it ain't your girl, then n***a, don't worry about it I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me But where they at when I ain't got a 100 rounds on me? I think I had it up to here, my n***as You know your k**ers, they fear my n***as So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do? Dancing round the issue, b**h you know you're running out of moves I keep it real my n***a This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil my n***a Yeah, give a f** about how you feel, my n***a Got the mic at the horror room and we feel like thriller Pa**ive aggressive b**hes always acting all timid But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it Had a meeting with the devil last week Couldn't believe what he said to me To take this contract, signature please You can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep that Bad luck, bad luck, yeah you know it come in threes Bet I never did this, I'm the only one who sees I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed I think this hell ain't hotter than this f**ing Hennessy, yeah [Verse 3] Two feet off the ground, oh oh, like Why am I living here? Up and down, up and down I think I might drown from my tears I cry Just might being sold Too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol [Hook] Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape Bang, bang, bang, hear the sirens say Don't shoot, don't shoot, get behind the yellow tape Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, get behind the yellow tape [Verse 4] Wonder if God got a sense of humor I hope you know that he can see all the sh** you doing My mama said no matter how that he still listen to me Taking temptation and fornication, you know I love the p**y Mister a**ume there no connection, it was all a**umptions She just wanna f** Whatever happened to us love making? You don't wanna be in the club