yap yap

mensa, vic

innanet

innanet

i don't need to worry 'bout nothing i'm good

i don't need to worry 'bout nothing i'm good

i don't need to worry 'bout nothing i'm good

i don't need to worry 'bout nothing i'm good

i got yap yap

slam

i got yap yap

slam

i got yap yap

slam

i got yap yap

slam

how to make it in american

where they die by the power of the gun and they live by the fair one

and the fair one is rarely an option

if you ain't got one i advise to carry one

shots in reverse of the barrel of the pistol is kind of like shooting in the mirror

niggas be killing themselves cause they feeling themselves

no scared straight

throw children in jail

general consensus is we off the hinges

slam

can't say a word to the judge

but he caught the sentence

no lacking homie

don't be caught defenseless

this that slam

hide it under the mattress

ditch that van to the undisclosed address

dish that gram to grammar school graduates

they gradually will develop those habits

can't buy weed

you ain't got no dough

can't ask me how you finna get paid

ain't no thieves when the whole city broke

breaking into cars in the middle of the day

danger

danger

plus you got your banger

police pull you over

better hope that baby inside that manger make 'em miss they quota

good jesus

god almighty

why this shit so dope?

i got slam

put me on the track with one of these squares and they get smoked