Текст песни Yellow Tape - Pressa

Used to play in block as I got older hit the trap more
Stick up in the car gat me jumping out the front door
Where am from don′t be sleeping by my corner store
Both my niggas lost they eye on the turmoil
Niggas wanna sign me couldn't sign me
My whole hood gotta eat you couldn′t feed me
Them shooter in your block they sent by Weegee
I need a house by the hills like I'm Reese

And Resee that's my n- he only block bust
My n- make it happen like I ain′t one
Lil n- sell anything I get my hands on
Just like my Samsung I had to turn my sav on
And I, I live my life on the hurry
I say, trap phone gat me in and out of Surrey
Unnecessary to be bragging bout my money
But I go shopping every week just to shit on everybody
And I take your b- to the mountain watch the sunset
Big dawg name a n- I ain′t son yet
Bullet to his face and his v-neck
And I was robbing n- out on recess

Yellow tape yellow tape (Press)
And police round the corner don't even mean none
And n- seen so much don′t even see none
My n- sell your life with no refund

Plug the fuck what your boss say (Press)
I'm the reason why she backstage
′Cause when she gone for the charle (Press)
I'm the reason why the block they
I′m the reason why the trap pay
Reason why they get up in the morning and say f- say
Seeking on a off day (La, la, la)
N- want smoke he get a astray
Where I'm from I keep a gun this so bad
So why these n- wrecking with a mask?
They go down right where you dash
Should a n- jump in a cab
Now I'm switching up in cab
And I switch you up all type of sh-
Now switch up my man′s (Eh)
Momma used to dip up in my stash
Where I′m from is them n- get you mad by 22 strap
That body make you a Maddie

Yellow tape yellow tape (Press)
I'm the reason its a man down
Yellow tape yellow tape (Press)
I′m the reason why the trap boom
I'm the reason why his man gone
I′m the reason why his man gone
Yeah la

Used to play in block I got older hit the trap more
Stick up in the car gat me jumping out the front door
Where I'm from don′t be sleeping by my corner store
Both my niggas lost they eye on the turmoil
Niggas wanna sign me couldn't sign me couldn't sign me
My whole hood gotta eat you couldn′t feed me
Them shooters on your block they sent by Weegee
I need a house on the hill like I′m Reese