Yellow Tape Chris Brown

[Intro]
Stand behind the yellow tape
Stand behind the yellow tape
Stand behind the yellow tape (Yeah)
Stand behind the yellow tape

[Verse 1]
Wait a second, wait a minute
Don't compare me to them other niggas
Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson
I'm 'bout to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance
Where the real friends at when you really need 'em?
When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em
All by my lonely, lonely
What happened to the bitches and the party?
A hundred bottles, that was every weekend
Bitches piled up in my crib like a Colosseum
After 3 A.M., you know we gettin' freaky
Hella one-night stands, bitches catchin' feelings
Tired of fake lovin'
Fake Hollywood, ain't 'bout shit
Fake gang bangin' and claimin' to pop shit
Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, stop it (Huh)

[Verse 2]
Soo-woo, been a nigga, been about it
And if it's my time to go, I'm takin' errybody
Don't care, my niggas, we shootin' anybody
And if it ain't your business, nigga, don't worry about it, oh-oh
I hear 'em talkin' down on me, down on me
Well, where they at tonight? Got a hundred rounds on me
I think I had it up to here, my nigga (Huh)
You know, your killers, they fear my niggas (Huh)
So what you tryna, tryna do, tryna, tryna do?
Dancin' 'round the issue, bitch, you know you runnin' out of moves
I keep it real, my nigga (Huh)
This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil', my nigga (Yeah)
Give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga
Got the mic, life a horror movie, feel like Thriller
Passive-aggressive bitches always actin' all timid
Won't help you make no money, but I bet they help you spend it (Huh)