liveraw gbt - yellow lyrics
[intro: jackpot]
aye!
gold bottle team man
it’s me again
everybody need to get they mind right
2013. it’s jackpot, young n#ggas with swag
liveraw
[hook: jackpot]
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
[verse 1: jackpot]
ok my lamborighini yellow, got it looking like a twinkie
bad latina b#tch with a ass fatter than pinky’s
you muf#ckin’ hater get up out my face b#tch
doors lift up in the air, oh my god a sp#ceship
d#mn, where’d you get that, if i tell you have to k!ll you
kush loud in the morning it be smelling like that mildew
my n#gga ishaan hit me up, he tryna do the fool
i told that n#gga, sh#t, i’m tryna do it too
the chain and the bracelet everything yellow
blow a little loud and have everything mellow
everything cool so everything jello
everyday a d#mn dream, tell yo b#tch falsetto
house ducked in the meadows
swag hotter than a kettle
it’s hard to catch up with me, i’m busier than my schedule
so many diamonds in the watch, i can’t see the bezzle
n#ggas gon dig this sh#t and they don’t need a shovel
[hook: jackpot]
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
[verse 2: ishaan the rit god]
tweety bird top with the school bus paint job
tires canary, money shuffle like a ipod
tryna run the block like money mitch
early bird catch the worm so i got a sunny wrist
pulling out leverage just like a slot machine
you be dodging shots but how the f#ck you gon block a beam
sky hook, i’m kareem, got rockets like hakeem
mecks and trues clean, cash stretch like a limousine
these hoes make my phone ring, no wedding
i’m making tough n#ggas sing, otis redding
these n#ggas ain’t wealthy, we all know that
screaming team ink on twitter but don’t got a single tat
i’m sprinting through these hoes they think i’m a running back
f#ck em’ til they start screaming, they instantly run it back
wearing fresh mecks to maintain all my self respect
we be shooting bullets corner backs wouldn’t intercept
[hook: jackpot]
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
ok my rarri yellow, my lambo yellow
them doors, they lifting up you think that b#tch say h#llo
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