Lyrics Yeah Yeah (feat. Future & Lil Keed) - future , Lil Gotit , Lil Keed

Codeine, Molly help a nigga think, yeah
Washin' off my diamonds in the sink
(DMC, you global now, nigga)
Hood Baby, ain't shit sweet
Bitch I put you on the plate, my niggas gon' eat

Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah yeah (woah)
Codeine, Molly, help a nigga think, yeah yeah (Codeine, codeine)
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch I'm geeked, yeah yeah (lights off)
Can't take another loss from the streets, yeah yeah (ayy)
Maybach coupe on fleek (woah), tall like a Jeep, yeah yeah (wo-woah)
Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah yeah (wo-woah)

Came out the gutter, get throwed (woah)
Fuck on your hoe 'cause she throwed (wo-woah)
Sipping on lean, I'm getting throwed (woah)
Try my best to overdose (wo-woah)
Made three pills get ghost (made three pills get ghost)
Speedin' up my heart (speed up)
Two-doors and four-doors (Pluto)
Fill up my garage (wo-woah)

Make these diamonds shine again 'cause I know times was hard, yeah (I know)
I just lit the average one up, turned her to a star (oh), yeah
I took a trip to Mexico, my hustle took me far (wo-woah), yeah
Pushin' up marshmallow coupe (Marsh), now I feel like a god (wo-woah), yeah

I went to space, had a coupe in the stars
Man, I had to walk out and baguette it (wo-woah, space)
I told my young niggas go real hard
They came back with a new presi' (wo-woah, bitch)
How you came out these trenches? (Wow)
How gon' starve and then try to forget it? (Wo-woah, can't)
Ran my M's up (wow), I'm counting it up and I ain't sweat it yet

Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah yeah (woah)
Codeine, Molly, help a nigga think, yeah yeah
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch I'm geeked, yeah yeah (lights out)
Can't take another loss from the streets, yeah yeah (ayy)
Maybach coupe on fleek (woah), tall like a Jeep, yeah yeah (wo-woah)
Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah yeah (wo-woah)

Don't give a fuck 'bout your folks (woah)
Hood Baby do what he want (wo-woah, Hood Baby)
I go hard for these ceilings (woah)
ABG, YSL G.O.A.T.'s (wo-woah, brr)
No, I'm not generic
I got on baguettes and Louis machetes (wo-woah)
Fake my death, Makaveli
I'm livin' my life, my family won't tell it (wo-woah, woo!)
Suited and booted, we met up
All foreigns, no, you can't tell it (woo-hoo!)
I'm making two guns with two gun barrels like Belly (pull up)

Wouldn't wife you, not faster
She getting real mad, she actin' real jealous
I want all the lettuce
Interfere with their letters, my niggas gon' stamp it (hood talk)
All kind of talk (pull up)
I pulled up on curb, real kept me a bar (pull up)
We let that bitch frrt (pull up)
We pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes
Walk with them K's on our shoulders, Lil Haiti (woah)
We headshottin' shit, we ain't grazing (wo-woah)
In the booth gettin' top from an Asian (let's go)
Wanna book a show, hit my agent, niggas ain't payin'

Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah yeah (woah)
Codeine, Molly, help a nigga think, yeah yeah
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch I'm geeked, yeah yeah (lights out)
Can't take another loss from the streets, yeah yeah (ayy)
Maybach coupe on fleek (woah), tall like a Jeep, yeah yeah (wo-woah)
Some of these bitches speak Spanish and some Japanese, yeah yeah (wo-woah)

Cartier watches, Skydweller the Rollie (woah)
Shit, I pay a load (wo-woah)
Don dada, the shottas, they ridin' with me (woah)
I'm touring right on the road (wo-woah)
The money I pay for my watch (wo-woah)
It came from the trap, it came from the stove (wo-woah)
Yeah, you droppin' salt on me (woah)
I'm in LA with your hoe (wo-woah)

Oh oh, heard what y'all do on the real
You livin' with your friend, ooh
Yeah, they soak drip like sponge
'Cause my rockstar drip is up
Ballin' like Pistons, nigga
You still on your pivot, nigga
On a dirtbike in the hood poppin' wheelies, nigga

We slimy as it gets
Nah, ain't no dummy, yeah, I went legit
Finally got diamonds and finally got rich
Double-R truck what we landin' in
And I made some money and family
Blamin' for the talk, get knocked off (wo-woah)
I'm tryna feel the breeze (woah)
Talk 'bout your top dog (wo-woah)
Now I eat Pedigree
Yeah, yeah, Slimeball (wo-woah)