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bobby tootact - ye lyrics

[random man]
ye, ye ye
ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
uh huh ye ye ye
yeah ye ye ye ye ye ye
ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
ye, ehn+ehn, ye, ye

grah grah boom

like, n+gga’s know how i get
mmh put some respect on my name

[verse 1: bobbytoo tact]
do this sh+t everyday so i don’t even post it
made it back in two plays and i ain’t even notice
got the boys on my d+ck tryna take all my brothers
my finger keep itching i gotta stay focused
if i up with the left ima aim with my thumb
toe to toe in the box he can’t fight one on one
if the g didn’t jam he would’ve been done
i start slapping the g like i’m tapping the drums

[verse ii: bobbytoo tact]
no i’m not like the rest of these n+ggas
if i’m signing i need more than six figures
no phone on the drill we ain’t sliding for pictures
can’t run from this g double tapping the trigger (what the f+ck?)
different beats gotta force y’all to listen(?)
i’m too close to the rim so imagine me missing
yelling out ( )
if i like how it glisten (skii)
n+ggas know how we get when the scooms get to blitzin
can’t see through the tints i might flock at his window
.45 bullets i call it “lil’ kimbo”
grrt bow watch this dumb n+gga limbo
hear the echo watch this dumb n+gga get low
mr. throw more than 6ix if he slide in a fishbowl
crouching down creep up i’ma tip+toe
want a feature? just send it on crypto
see the opps out of town we gon’ blow up the sigo(?)

might line through the trucks tryna get through the traffic
outside catching rec i was really a hooper
got me back in the field tryna play target practice
when i bend i’m not hitting civilians
get to dumping they running in buildings
do this sh+t for my brothers you don’t know the feeling
when you in the cage looking up at the ceiling
[verse 3: bobbytoo tact]
like i’m getting flashbacks
bro calling i’m sending on cashapp
slide or provide put this sh+t on my back
afro drill on my shoulders like i got a bad back
walk down got me feeling like mike
you not true fdl tryna burn out the tires[?]
why they cap on the net like my music ain’t fire?
just give me my flowers if i ever retire
i’m to nice for this sh+t so i don’t need a feature
48 for the g so it is nice to meet ya
made it back for these kids i’m like a teacher
if you ain’t shoot it up stay the f+ck on the bleachers (stay on the bench)
n+ggas is fanned out
they see what i’m doing now they got they hand out
when i was down bad no one pulled a band out
leeching, everyone jack they my mans now
top one underrated got something to prove
and i can’t crash out now i got too much to lose
eurostep let me get in my groove
put the v up in drive let me do what i do
shi left him froze but this b+tch a heater
throwing shots at that v who the f+ck in that beamer?
don’t think that i’m loafing i’m toting “fatima”
ten toes [?] til’ they free my n+gga ceaser (free ceaser)
[outro: burna boy, bobbytoo tact]
ye, ye, ye oh
ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye oh
uh huh ye, ye, ye oh
free muddy, free twice, free all the members

did i ask you what you’re trying to do?
did i ask you what you’re trying to do?
i want you to get this f+ck where he breathes
i want you to find this nancy boy, eliot ness
i want him dead!+

[verse 1: bobbytoo tact]
i want ’em dead, where the f+ck is lil’ drippy?
i let it flock cause i like to get risky
i’m still looking for rec and they not in the city
where the f+ck is the coach? tell that n+gga get with me
bro on the bike tryna flock every pedal
better not lack for a b+tch in stiletto’s
gun get to jamming start slapping the medal
he ran on his mans while i flock at his fellow
now she tryna get it like s+xy and i’m tryna f+ck on her bestie
might f+ck the whole group, if she let me
and i can’t wife no leg cause these b+tches is friendly
she get a lil’ sl+tty when she off the don
let it clap for the cam make a movie like hulu
ass fat throw it back in some lulu’s
he should’ve died on that scene it was voodoo
[outro:al capone]
i want ’em dead+
dead dead
dead dead
dead

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