Kyle "Keezy" Turner - Yep lyrics

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Kyle "Keezy" Turner - Yep lyrics

[Verse 1] Bring the keys in like I'm a drug king I said I float like a bee, you know I must sting Know that this is hustling Don't sling the coke but I must sling My tracks from ear to ear cause if I don't They hear nothing Look at all these actors in the game Claim they stunting But it's really stuntmen Be very quiet, I'm hunting It's f**boy season Put a hole in one like putting Give them speakers HPV You get it, I get em bumping Got red up on my cheeks But it ain't because I'm blushing Nah, this is war paint Can't you hear the drumming Cause I play a solo On your ear drum Make your ear cum Make them fear the spirits In my lyrics Cause they know they can't beat em Know you keep them heaters by your side Cause your words ain't hot enough Only got them clothin' brands between your lips Like cotton mouth It's obvious that co*kiness goes farther than the truth But you chickens can't fly Always loungin' in your coupes My lines is solid, straight, and loaded Call em army troops f**in' beats all kinda ways My album the kamasu I come at you You wouldn't know till it's too late boy Say you eatin' rappers Take the food up off your plate boy Come for me, hit me with your best diss And I'll get you back with my worst track And I'd still leave em all breathless Till I scream at em, you heard that [Chorus] Yep, yep, yep Yep, yep, yep Yep, yep, yep [Verse 2] Yep, this is a warning shot Pop pop pop like when orville hot Pop pop pop like when a who*e drop And I make em say watt Cause I leave em all shocked I mean I make em say what like they kevin or bob I said this is my turn, get your own door knob And get off my dick cause that ain't your job My talk ain't cheap, it's got a four door cost And I'll tell you that cause you know it's true So share my sh** so they can know it too I see them talkin' all up on the timelines Retweetin' some raps bout the high times They don't know the words but it rhymes fine And a couple a free's at some partys Got these f**ers labeled as savages Ya'll can trip it if you want But I will not sit in the pa**enger f** that [Chorus] Yep, yep, yep Yep, yep, yep Yep, yep, yep [Verse 3] b**h keep talkin' I already stopped listening Crashed in the wave Ya'll f**ers are just rippling Tripling the effort until my powers are limitless Limit this, I'll show you how the life of a cripple is Try to bring your weak bars around against my written sh** And you gon probably cry Mourn your chances Cause I'm k**in' it [Outro] Yep, yep, yep Yep, yep, yep Yep, yep, yep Yep, yep, yep