Текст песни Yeah! (feat. Carlito Hendrix) - Vic August

I'm so picky
I'm so fresh to death
Lil Vic touchdown your ends again
I'm back up fucking your friends
You big mad tryna talk threats again but -
Did I - give you something new
Give - my time to you
Do - it all for you
Give - my all to you

Not enough
She tell me I do this shit too much I'm not enough
Put me through all you could and still I'm popping up
Need a reality check you need to toughen up, buttercup
Yeah yeah
Bitch I'm a man's man
I do what your man can't
Cut from a different cloth
Big man I'm a stranger to loss
I pull up and they nod like I'm boss
Then I walk out with half of the shop
I wake up to a couple of tags
Spent the radio cheque made it back
Okay now let's get to the facts
Put the country on my back
Was the youngest to keep it intact
Put these brown kids on the map
Told my lil dawg chase a bag
He came back to me with a bag
I looked at him and said great job
She ain't fucking tell her kick rocks

I'm so picky
I'm so fresh to death
Lil Vic touchdown your ends again
I'm back up fucking your friends
You big mad tryna talk threats again but -
Did I - give you something new
Give - my time to you
Do - it all for you
Give - my all to you

Ten - racks off counterfeiting still don't got my TFN
Brodie be out soon hoping he don't reoffend
Swear I need my payments ain't no late submission
Walk round with this thang tucked down my kitchen
Carlito and Vic in the city we taking the most
She doing the most
She talking bout smoke
Get wet like a hose
Jump in the phantom I feel like Houdini I'm gone
Run up get back know my shooters they reckless they aim at your dome
Fuck on your shawty she giving me head and I buss on her dome
Claiming you banging shit you is a joke
None of that capping shit this is no hoax
Feel like I'm Gunna my brothers been eating it's time for a toast

I'm so picky
I'm so fresh to death
Lil Vic touchdown your ends again
I'm back up fucking your friends
You big mad tryna talk threats again but -
Did I - give you something new
Give - my time to you
Do - it all for you
Give - my all to you

Four by four I did my dirt they pay me by the first dawg
Way I'm serving this heat up's like I'm still working my first job
Dope what I see
Designer on me
Got it on me, yeah
I hit me a lick on this bitch Shawty stuck lip on the tip
Brick by brick I came up peel the layers back I speak the truth
I'm not for the children but lord knows I really feed the youth
Tell em dawg
All my young's they moving
Bag up a ten I put two in
Racks on my dawgs and we grooving
Yeah yeah