Yea Yea Blueface & Coyote
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[Intro: Coyote]
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang— My thang
I keep my mind on the G's, Blanco (Ki-ki-ki, ki)
[Verse 1: Coyote]
Without a doubt I get that work in the drought
You know it's blood in, blood out
This ain't no joke, if you run up, you get smoked
Or catch a blade and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (Ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me
Banana boat with them packs in Miami (Ayy, five-trey-five)
I get 'em and go, cartel ties on the low
DEA knocked on my door then deported my pop
I wonder who gave 'em the drop
When I find out, he get popped (Boom, boom)
My 'yotes gon' slide, when they do, you won't survive
Like Popeyes, we leavin' 'em fried (Grrah)
Don't play with my bread, if you ain't heard what I said
Then we go off with his head, oh yeah-yeah
[Chorus: Coyote]
Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah
You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like "No", I'm like "Yeah, yeah"
My 'yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, I'ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang— My thang
I keep my mind on the G's, Blanco (Ki-ki-ki, ki)
[Verse 1: Coyote]
Without a doubt I get that work in the drought
You know it's blood in, blood out
This ain't no joke, if you run up, you get smoked
Or catch a blade and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (Ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you ain't lived it, you won't understand me
Banana boat with them packs in Miami (Ayy, five-trey-five)
I get 'em and go, cartel ties on the low
DEA knocked on my door then deported my pop
I wonder who gave 'em the drop
When I find out, he get popped (Boom, boom)
My 'yotes gon' slide, when they do, you won't survive
Like Popeyes, we leavin' 'em fried (Grrah)
Don't play with my bread, if you ain't heard what I said
Then we go off with his head, oh yeah-yeah
[Chorus: Coyote]
Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah
You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like "No", I'm like "Yeah, yeah"
My 'yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, I'ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah
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