YN Jay - Mix The Yeahhhhh lyrics

[Intro] I, I done mixed the yeah I done, I done, I done mixed the yeah I done, I done, I done mixed (Southside sh*t), ah [Verse] I done mixed the cranberry with the apple juice ni**a told the truth in his rap, but he was cappin' too Should've played a role in the movie, he was actin' too Pull up shooting clips like a movie, it was action too ni**a, ah, fu*k, ah I was locked up in the cage eatin' dragon food Why you stuntin' with them Pradas on? You in your daddy's shoes I'm the grim reaper, I know Billy, I know Mandy too Pop a Percocet, it tastes good, taste like candy, mmm On the beach walkin' through the sand, I got sandy shoes I be really in Bikini Bottom, I know Sandy too Why the fu*k you out here in designer, it's from granny shoes? I just hit a ni**a auntie mama, that's your granny too? I just dropped a hundred on his block, I ain't playin' with you You be going over to b*tches' crib like, "I'm stayin' with you" Damn, you look like a bad baby, why you playin' in food? b*tch asked me, "Is these red bottoms?" These some Christian Loubs Know a young ni**a caught a body, he a Christian too Know a b*tch su*k— ahh Know a b*tch su*k dick so good, she got a missing tooth I just pulled up, drop the top, it's a missing roof ni**a, how the fu*k is you a dog, you forget the oof? You ain't know that I was up now, can't forget 'bout Lou I was probably in the kitchen cooking, can't forget my soup Why you got that b*tch on your mind? Can't forget 'bout boo You seen how you did his main mans, can't forget 'bout Juice Almost left my lean at the crib, can't forget my juice Always lyin' to my main b*tch, can't forget my truth I just hitstick and keep going, I forget my juke Damn, I left my Chinese b*tch on read, can't forget 'bout Sue New custo Donovan, can't forget 'bout Sue Oh, it's a house full of b*tches? Can't forget my crew House full of b*tches shakin' ass, what the fu*k? I'm finna throw a block party in the crib in the Buck Bad-ass b*tch shakin' ass, she gon' fu*k Got a bad b*tch go to school, she don't cuss Damn, I got a bad b*tch, she get all A's Slide down on my enemy, he get all K's My young dog still catchin' plays, he got hard J's I be still thinkin' 'bout them days I had hard days You ridin' 'round with your gun out, mine tucked like card games I got caught with the uh, they tried to book me like card games My ni**a told on me, that's a darn shame ni**a, you don't fit in the streets, this a hard lane ni**a, you ain't never did no sh*t make your heart race Take off on the police, it's a car chase .308 bullets hit his whip, make his car shake I just pulled off on a Scat', it's a car race Damn, on the highway doin' one-fifty Seven-five K on me times two, one-fifty I'm in Flint, got the whole police on me, one Bentley Mad as fu*k I can't hit this b*tch twice, got one jimmy Yeah, your b*tch thick, but she wasn't pretty b*tches beef ten times, how the fu*k you wasn't dizzy? Upped the gun, but he didn't let it off, it wasn't in him Damn