Future — Yellow Tape

[Intro] (Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?) (808 Mafia) I'm out on bond and I'm popping Can't stop me from copping a new Maserati Shawty so bad, she spoiled, she riding She stepping out she catch a body Patek Philipe I don't want it if the face can't be bust down I can't be modest Go go rose gold Gillian she look at me sumn like a pilot Drinking the lean with the molly Don't get my deposit I'm starting a riot All these hitters are wilding You can't do nun' bout it, just gotta be violent All you did was look at my pic, she study my flow like scholars 3 phones ringing at one time Just a young dopeboy slanging narcotics Old hoes calling at one time all of 'em bodies, they all a body I got this jawn, [ ? ] mignon, she sitting waiting in the lobby I got this problem As soon as seen the Phantom, I had to go cop it Moncler, [ ? ], your wife wanna give me that sloppy Hopped off, knock off the dogs, iced up in da Cavalli Trap house beating down the door gotta let like I'm Pat Riley They wanna throw some salt on the gang We about to send 'em some shotties Soon as you see that chrome to your brain, you ain't gon' do nothin' but potty Made it out the streets cold I gotta get me some cake Ran it up stuck to the street code Never mind all the fake Hundred pound bale load, filled up on the crate Duck down low hit 'em with the yellow tape Whole lotta check on me Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me Whole lotta baguettes on me Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me Hundred pieces [ ? ] on me , gotta keep a bag of that X on me Hit em up like Bruce Lee I'm bout go [ ? ] like Bruce Lee Water all down my shoulder Water all down my sleeve I had passed my quota After I whipped up baking soda I had the rack attack I'm bout to cook up straight with that You bout to make me spazz You bout to make me spend this cash Whole lotta check on me Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me Whole lotta baguettes on me Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me You can't flex on me You'll never be able to flex on me Hold your nuts on me, they bout to place they bets on me VVs on me, they bouta to put their X on me Hoppin' in jets like me, I got them hoppin' in jets like me Hundreds gold chains at least, I got me sum hundreds gold chains at least You can tuck the heat, but you gotta always share that freak Made it out the streets cold I gotta get me some cake Ran it up stuck to the street code Never mind all the fake Hundred-pound bale load filled up on the crate Duck down low hit 'em with the yellow tape Drop down get your eagle on Young nigga letting the desert eagle go Free gang of the free bricks I can hit you with the Lamborghini flow Couple stains, and a couple licks What we done did at Valero Got my money counter with me (yeah) Got it jumpin' and I got the nitro Lamborghini tryna pop a wheelie In this motherfucker like Rico If I was in the streets They are probably tryna charge me with the R.I.C.O STL [ ? ] but my 21 be family though La Familia, only way we ride If you gotta die , then you gotta go Couple sides with me come through This is Freebandz, the mob though Looking like Chapo, the hood looking like Chapo Looking like robbers, the whole hood looking like mobsters Sleep with your carbon, always go to sleep with your carbon Swerve out the margins, swerving all outside the margins I can't bark in, I was down bad, I was starving Bigger than Tarzan, my data look like Verizon Y'all like stacks and ass But don't tell nobody I'm yo boyfriend Made it out the streets cold I gotta get me some cake Ran it up stuck to the street code Never mind all the fake Hundred-pound bale load filled up on the crate Duck down low hit 'em with the yellow tape Whole lotta check on me Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me Whole lotta baguettes on me Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me