Seeing Red Yak Yola (Ft. Doe Boy)

[Intro: Yak Yola]
In and out of shit
Hoppin' in and out
Uh

[Refrain: Yak Yola]
Hoppin' in and out of shit, back the foreigns down back to back
Caddy truck, cameras everywhere, bitch, I never lack
Hundred hundreds in my bankroll
Three days, same clothes
This new money, trust me, if it's not, I don't change clothes
Hoppin' in and out of shit, back the foreigns down back to back
Caddy truck, cameras everywhere, bitch, I never lack
Hundred hundreds in my bankroll
Three days, same clothes
This new money, trust me, if it's not, I don't change clothes

[Verse 1: Yak Yola]
Cold case, shoot him in his shit, uh, case closed
Bust down, stones everywhеre, bitch, chain froze
Big body huggin' both lanes, it's comin' both ways
Morе grindin', I been playin' less and now I'm more paid

[Chorus: Yak Yola]
Uh-huh
They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh"
Bitch, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come
Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone
Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches, they gon' all run
Uh-huh
They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh"
Bitch, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come
Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone
Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches—