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YATTA - Free Yatta lyrics


Feat : Mozzy

[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
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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]

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