Lyrics Deante’ Hitchcock – Yeah Freestyle!
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hol’ up)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, okay (Damn right, fo)
Jump on the track like I got it
I stay in the pocket like Andrew Luck and Aaron Rodgers
My bitch she a freak like Giannis
She bad as a top, I’ll get behind her
Then go on as a champ in the box like Muhammad
Cleaner than Common, my leap of faith is like a quantum
I spent my whole life survivin’ off what they providin’
I look at all my niggas proudly
We got ahead like a bonnet
I promise to never go back to my life
When before I was ridin’ with sticks in the whip
High as shit wit’ my cousins, wit’ both of their licenses revoked
Back in the day when I still had the Android
Talkin’ doctor she wrote
Still call the shots, don’t believe me?
Just watch how I call, I’m the shit, better act like you know muh’fucker
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Damn right, fo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Damn right, fo)
Okay, I’m back on that ass
And I’ma be back in a flash
I done did this shit twice, to shit on your life
At the engine I’m tappin’ the gas
In that muh’fuckin’ Range, pull up on your man
If I ask her, she packin’ her bags
Yeah, she packin’ her bags
She packin’ her bags, yeah (Damn right, fo)
I got a lot on my plate but it’s straight
I was prayin’ to eat and I ate like a shit
Like I’m Blake, niggas hatin’, I cannot relate
Got my business in line like a skate
In the 6 like I’m Drake
Hit up the Asian, we major
If it ain’t money it can wait
Them niggas know the album on the way
Everybody jus’ waitin’ on me to drop a date (Bitch!)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Damn right, fo)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Damn right, fo)
Damn
I can’t even lie, nigga
February finna be crazy as fuck, my boy
On the big god