Yaadi Off A Pill Lyrics

[Intro]
Mhm, Turn me up, Turn me up up
Uh-huh little more

[Verse]
Put the grabba with the weed
Keep the piece between the seat
We've been known to keep the peace
Neva know me keep a piece
Chef cooking up the beats
I just deliver the heat
Maradona with the feet
Bvse gang no defeat

I just stay whipping up hits
Right now my pen gotta flex
Look at da flick of tha wrist
Did it it with it little assist
Niggas keep praying i miss
Imma keep staying the shit
Blowing on dank in the vip
Sauce in the drink that i sip

Late nights bad ting ville side
Take that back to the crib side
Big ol mansion hill side
Turn her inside outside
Turn her outside inside
You can't get no reply
You dont get no invite
Im all in her windpipe

She wanna cuff like a cop
Bitch i dont f*ck with a op
Stack it invest in a stock
Wait for my new shit to drop
Bitch what the f*ck is a flop
Ho im the creme de la creme
Mean im the cream of the crop

Sometimes sell crop to get cream
Sometimes i be up on a beam
Sometimes i be down on the lean
Sometimes i be right in between
Thats only off the weed
Thats only on the week

Thats never on the weekends
Yea
I be wilding with my real friends
Pass the weed bro you cheefing
Smell that henny yea I'm wreaking
I just met a puerto rican And that p*ssy on fiji
Said she wanna hit the grabba
Oh no ho you tweaking

Off a pill and im geeking
f*ck doing your feature
In negril looking decent
Spent a grip on my sneakers
See my teeth from the bleachers
I just f*cked my old teacher
D-plus
All these p*ssy niggas wanna be us
They be fighting hard for the spotlight
While im really chilling got my feet up
While im really chilling got my feet up

Ripped jeans with t tucked
Gucci belt so G'd up
Going hard is my specialty
Niggas foul need a penalty
New choppa let it referee
Something they never could be
Im that nigga of the century
Yaadie boy they remember me
Niggas know i got the recipe
Punchlines with the melodies

Cold flows for you folks
Yea its murder when he wrote
I ain't one for the jokes
But im laughing at your quotes
Yea im laughing at your quota
You ain't getting no exposure
You ain't got no composure
Two spliffs when i roll up

Two cups a lil slowed up
Hit these niggas from a range
I was rolling in the rover
Niggas in it for the fame
Im just trynna get my dough up
Windows tinted with the doors up
Whipping blowing on dozier
In jamaica they know us
Yaadie yaadie Yaadie ...
In jamaica they know us
Yaadie yaadie Yaadie
In jamaica they know us

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