Fredo Bang – Yeah Yeah lyrics
(ft. Gee Money)


N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah
Big ol pistol on my waist
I could go fed ya
Put that pencil on a n****
We bust led yeah
In a rental tryna leave a n**** dead dead
N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah

Big ol pistol on my waist
I could go fed ya
Put that pencil on a n****
We bust led yeah
In a rental tryna leave a n**** dead dead
N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah

Brand new 40 glock just copped up out the shop
Hollows hit his skin he need some water cause them b****** hot
N***** talkin gangsta when you see me make your pistol pop
Ret in peace to you huey that draco make a p**** n**** pop
And lock grab pistols and go stupid everytime we spot an opp
I got 30 in this 30 he died on the second shot
They wan blank me I’m not nervous cause I keep this pistol cocked
He was talkin like he hard now on a shirt his picture cropped
40 knockin off your tattoos I go nuts like cashews
Catch em in the whip I’m tryna do em like the last dude
Every hood up in my city ain’t no section I ain’t ran
Through I spit that cutta at a light knock off a limb
N**** bad news

N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah
Big ol pistol on my waist
I could go fed ya
Put that pencil on a n****
We bust led yeah
In a rental tryna leave a n**** dead dead
N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah

Big ol pistol on my waist
I could go fed ya
Put that pencil on a n****
We bust led yeah
In a rental tryna leave a n**** dead dead
N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah

Run up on me wrong imma flip a n****
Zip a n****
Watch how quik I flash and let the choppa hit em
Don’t f*** wiht my bros I stick to the code
Shout out to my n***** gone them the ones on a jose
Lean got me movin slow still I gotta pay attention
I know n***** wanna kill me I can’t let a n**** get me
My life is a movie percocets got me groovy
I’m a young fly n**** bossed up shout out lucci
Heard a n**** hatin really dog I can’t hear you
Took off on them feds left them n***** in my rear view
Big ol ruger that b**** bussin leave a n**** dead close
Casket I don’t want your chest I’m aimin for your head
N**** yeah

N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah
Big ol pistol on my waist
I could go fed ya
Put that pencil on a n****
We bust led yeah
In a rental tryna leave a n**** dead dead
N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah

Big ol pistol on my waist
I could go fed ya
Put that pencil on a n****
We bust led yeah
In a rental tryna leave a n**** dead dead
N**** yeah
N**** yeah
N**** yeah yeah