Текст песни Yellow Tape - Mastad0n
Channel
three
murder
scene,
got
him
Don′t
speak
on
that
shit
'less
we
know
that
you
shot
him
We
come
from
the
mud,
but
can′t
stay
at
the
bottom
So
I
came
to
develop
and
grow
like
a
garden
But
I'm
pulling
up
if
you
speaking
on
my
dearly
departed
Leave
they
name
out
your
mouth,
take
my
word
I
won't
start
it
Heard
the
opps
celebrated,
we
shot
up
the
party
And
I′m
living
too
gnarly
Man,
my
uncle
told
me
break
a
leg
if
I
jump
with
the
streets
They
want
action
let
it
be
what
it
be
Gotta
get
it,
I
ain′t
living
for
free
Lot
of
hundreds
that
we
all
want
to
see
(Niggas
gone
take
some)
They
may
yellow
tape
you
Depending
on
how
you
giving
up
the
paper
My
people
shooting
like
they
play
for
the
Lakers
We
riding
around
with
that
K
for
the
capers
I'm
in
the
Smoky
Mountains
sipping
Par
Probably
gone
pull
up
on
Dolly
Parton
I
be
stepping
on
shit
like
I
got
a
pardon
And
we
smoking
exotic,
nobody
farting
Niggas
run
them
pockets
when
I
walk
in
the
room
Lot
of
guns,
you
can
choose
your
doom
Never
sleeping,
when
you
snooze
you
lose
These
bags
on
my
eyes
are
Jimmy
Choo
Hit
up
your
girl
to
help
me
bust
a
P
down
I′m
selling
bandana
when
I'm
out
in
C-Town
She
hop
in
the
panoramic
and
get
beat
down
I
trapped
in
your
hood
for
hours,
I
made
three
rounds
Buy
it
for
one
and
I
sell
it
for
two
Only
me
and
boo,
no
more
room
in
the
coupe
She
be
sipping
that
shit
out
of
me
like
it′s
soup
And
I
took
that
boy
shit,
now
he
gotta
recoup
Never
doubt,
I've
never
been
in
a
drought
Keep
it
coming
in
and
getting
it
out
Twenties,
fifties,
hundreds
any
amount
Run
my
money,
bitch
stop
running
your
mouth
If
you
ain′t
a
hustler,
then
we
can
not
relate
Money
in
the
bank
and
we
got
racks
in
the
safe
Paper
on
the
floor,
I
gotta
get
me
a
rake
They
want
more
and
more,
I
gotta
raise
up
the
rate
Hey
Channel
three
murder
scene,
got
him
Don't
speak
on
that
shit
'less
we
know
that
you
shot
him
We
come
from
the
mud,
but
can′t
stay
at
the
bottom
So
I
came
to
develop
and
grow
like
a
garden
But
I′m
pulling
up
if
you
speaking
on
my
dearly
departed
Leave
they
name
out
your
mouth,
take
my
word
I
won't
start
it
Heard
the
opps
celebrated,
we
shot
up
the
party
And
I′m
living
too
gnarly
Man,
my
uncle
told
me
break
a
leg
if
I
jump
with
the
streets
They
want
action
let
it
be
what
it
be
Gotta
get
it,
I
ain't
living
for
free
Lot
of
hundreds
that
we
all
want
to
see
(Niggas
gone
take
some)
They
may
yellow
tape
you
Depending
on
how
you
giving
up
the
paper
My
people
shooting
like
they
play
for
the
Lakers
We
riding
around
with
that
K
for
the
capers
My
brodie,
my
grodie,
my
nigga
my
homie
He
got
taxed
for
that
Act
so
we′re
pouring
it
slowly
I'm
unlocking
my
bully,
I′m
'bout
to
go
Broly
And
we
prey
on
the
opps
so
we
leaving
'em
holy
I′m
driving
that
Honda
like
I′m
selling
mid
He
thought
all
that
talking
was
slick
so
we
slid
You're
trying
to
get
high
while
I′m
trying
to
get
rich
I
built
a
house
with
all
these
muhfuckin'
bricks
Don′t
call
me
by
my
government,
call
me
Masta
My
music
meant
for
all
the
trappers
and
bastards
Trying
to
find
out
their
place
in
the
world
like
a
travel
agent
Start
a
change,
but
they're
ending
it
faster
I
told
them
young
niggas
stop
playing
with
guns
Red
tips
in
the
drum,
this
shit
ain′t
for
fun
I'm
unloading
this
bitch,
I
won't
stop
′til
it′s
done
Had
to
foreign
the
whip,
drop
the
top
in
the
sun
Hellcat
the
highway
to
heaven
Size
17,
boy
I
really
be
stepping
Crush
up
your
fingers
so
fuck
who
you're
repping
And
I′m
from
Jackson
where
you
need
a
weapon
Nigga
free
SK
know
we
go
EBK
Said
that
shit
to
his
face
since
he
didn't
behave
Heard
he
spoke
on
my
name,
tell
me
what
did
he
say?
Imma
pull
up
and
see
for
myself,
I
can′t
wait
We
still
upping
the
rate
Channel
three
murder
scene,
got
him
Don't
speak
on
that
shit
′less
we
know
that
you
shot
him
We
come
from
the
mud,
but
can't
stay
at
the
bottom
So
I
came
to
develop
and
grow
like
a
garden
But
I'm
pulling
up
if
you
speaking
on
my
dearly
departed
Leave
they
name
out
your
mouth,
take
my
word
I
won′t
start
it
Heard
the
opps
celebrated,
we
shot
up
the
party
And
I′m
living
too
gnarly
Man,
my
uncle
told
me
break
a
leg
if
I
jump
with
the
streets
They
want
action
let
it
be
what
it
be
Gotta
get
it,
I
ain't
living
for
free
Lot
of
hundreds
that
we
all
want
to
see
(Niggas
gone
take
some)
They
may
yellow
tape
you
Depending
on
how
you
giving
up
the
paper
My
people
shooting
like
they
play
for
the
Lakers
We
riding
around
with
that
K
for
the
capers

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2 Yellow Tape
3 Miami
4 Knot (feat. Jo'de B.O.Y.)
5 Just Breathe (feat. SAG Zoo)
6 Guns
7 Her Waters
8 Lil Rain (feat. Ike)
9 Belts and Bullets
10 A Lie
11 Truth
12 Wars End (feat. Ariel J)
13 Rest
14 Tall
15 This Hope (feat. The Dons)
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