Yeah Lyrics – Bukshot

Yeah Lyrics by Bukshot

We on some gangster sh#t
Yeah
Yeah
Stevie Stone [Stevie Stone

A. Lee
I said this ain’t your normal song, yeah
This that gangster [gangster sh#t
This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t

This ain’t what you want, yeah
I’m on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t
We on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
This ain’t your normal song, yeah

This that gangster [gangster sh#t
This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on some gangster sh#t
That ain’t what you want, yeah
We on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t

I’m on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
In the block I’m the boss, haters know the truth
See them b#tches want it all when I come on out the booth
f#ck this rap sh#t, I like to scrap and sh#t

Hit me now and then I’m stupid and I slap a b#tch
I like my piece to bang
I like to swing my chain
I like revenge on b#tches I put that on everything [on everything

I got felonies but trust me I got heaters man
They call me aneurysm, yeah my dad’ll beat your brain [beat your brain
Switch that flow, gotta speed it on up
Tryna get a buzz so pass that cup [cup

Sipping on the liquor try to get f#cked up [up
Dealing with a killer boy you better shut-up [shut-up
I’m riding dirty, ya heard me and coming through the south
My name is buzzing like bumblebees all up in they mouth

I’m repping people who ain’t had it but they get it though
Saw they shot and took it, never gave up, never let it go
So f#ck the industry, they not tryna play me though
Laugh and say “yeah, I’m too gangster for the radio”

I said this ain’t your normal song, yeah
This that gangster [gangster sh#t
This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
This ain’t what you want, yeah

I’m on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t
We on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
This ain’t your normal song, yeah
This that gangster [gangster sh#t

This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on some gangster sh#t
That ain’t what you want, yeah
We on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t
I’m on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t

I don’t f#ck with you n#gg#s
Most you n#gg#s be faking [uh huh
More than half of you suckers, I don’t respect your gangster
Hate this claim that they killers, no respect for the code

Twenty n#gg#s and I, nineteen of ’em total
We don’t see eye-to-eye
We will never be the same [same
Killer talk in their homes [home

All you n#gg#s is lame [lame
This here ain’t what you want [want
p#ss# stay in your lane [lane
We surrounded by shooters, type of n#gg#s don’t aim [haha

They just dump up in your direction and hope you get hit [hit
Shut it down, they slinging rounds, they empty them clips [clips
n#gg#s think it’s a game [game
Till they caught in the mix [mix

Want the real but really don’t get much realer than this
When the beef starts to escalate n#gg#s ride by your house [house
Get to flashing that metal on n#gg#s running they mouth [mouth
Stalk ’em up, reload [load

Make you sleep on the couch [couch
Yelling loud that you gangster, that life that you ain’t about
I said man
I said this ain’t your normal song, yeah

This that gangster [gangster sh#t
This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
This ain’t what you want, yeah
I’m on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t

We on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
This ain’t your normal song, yeah
This that gangster [gangster sh#t
This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on some gangster sh#t

That ain’t what you want, yeah
We on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t
I’m on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
Ain’t no treble in these speakers so just give me bass

I’m causing trouble when commercial tweekers in this place
They don’t like me cause I’m real, I bring it to they face
They cannot comprehend my hustle, game’s from outer-space [outer-space
N.W.A, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre

Eazy-E, I.C.P
Gangster sh#t from in the day
Master P, U.G.K., that’s that sh#t I like to play
Ghetto Boyz, Triple Six

DJ Paul and Juicy J
I got that bass in the trunk, I got that mask and a pump
I got yo baby mama tweeting “come and meet me, let’s hump”
Get the casa to jump, they acting out and they crunk

You got an issue with me, I’ll be in the parking lot punk
I bump that real sh#t homie not that fake sh#t
I’m banging Rittz like yet again, but not that Drake sh#t
I’m swinging at your face not in your back that’s snake sh#t

Now A. Lee hit ’em with the hook and let’s get wasted [wasted]
I said this ain’t your normal song, yeah
This that gangster [gangster sh#t
This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t

This ain’t what you want, yeah
I’m on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t
We on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster sh#t
This ain’t your normal song, yeah

This that gangster [gangster sh#t
This that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on some gangster sh#t
That ain’t what you want, yeah
We on that gangster sh#t [gangster sh#t

I’m on that gangster sh#t, tell ’em we on that gangster shit
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