Mozzy - Free Yatta lyrics

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Mozzy - Free Yatta lyrics

[Verse 1: Mozzy] Gang related sh** on your stupid a** Check the scoreboard n***a, do the math The homie put me on I was doing bad I told him when I whip it I'ma a flip it and shoot it back You don't know what to do with that I'm tooting and moving packs d**h before designer on my mama I'm true to that We don't f** wit s**as, n***as know we ain't bool wit that It's how automatic goes when you see him just do him that [Hook: Yatta] We still holdin this sh** Need some hoes in your whip You n***as ain't eatin there's a whole in your whip When the feds find this load they probly pose wit this sh** My pops money I'm lil money Got a nose for this sh** [X2] [Verse 2: Yatta] n***as ain't k** sh** n***a pipe done Claiming sh** you ain't did, got him knocked down Police search the school house, had to drop out If you was in my shoes you probly cop out Hop out, bodies drop every time we pop out Loud mouth, talking sh** that you was really not bout Where was dude, the homies knocking on the door locked out The homie told on the homie came in the bullpen got socked out b**h pay me, b**h pay me bring the guap out We ain't changing, wit the age we getting top down Chain swangin, we misplacing and not found It ain't gravy, it's the navy bring them chops out [Verse 3: Mozzy] Ridin wit that sewer rat You gon' get your noodles whacked Slithered through that motherf**er once and double U-y back Selling dope over here, f** around and lose your sack I see you n***as strapped up, f** you finna do with that Guala on the wood ten to four, never shoot a crap And I'd give up everything I own to bring my shooter back Me no p**y boy, you'll die for a**uming that Gangwar finna press play we resuming that All them n***as bootsy, you a goofy for saluting that You know the n***a told, you seen the paperwork and proof in that Roll the windows up we got it cloudy we polluted that Lotta lotta dope smoke and I'm sipping glue with that A little measly ten thousand in a Gucci bag She just wanna f** me then pay me for a Louie bag She just wanna f** me then pay me for a Louie bag Probably trynna line me up, f** is all my shooters at [Hook] We still holdin this sh** Need some hoes in your whip You n***as ain't eatin there's a whole in your whip When the feds find this load they probly pose wit this sh** My pops money I'm lil money Got a nose for this sh** [X2]