Corner Boy P - Yellow Tape Lyrics
[feat. Dee Low][Hook:]Is that yellow tape shitCause all I do is kill shitGot that body bad flowI ain't running out of hereWe just smoke like AOsWe ain't running out of here!*****, just keep them bottles coming,Tell em hoe we're out of here!Yeah, I got 'em, yeah!I got 'em, yeah!Real nigga shit!Yeah, I got 'em!Is that yellow tape shitCause all I do is kill shitI'm gonna be a [?]DOA, real nigga every dayPray the [?] hold akaI need the *****, ***** the *****,Leave the ***** same day!All I smoke is that kill bill,Two *****es on two pillsOne neck got foe chainsour big wheelsAnd my shit held of tight upYour shit is my tireI smoke you all like a house fireCall a ***** on like an empire!on my scale, niggaFeatures in my e-mail, niggaI rap, hustling, my [?]Can't reach me on my cell!If it ain't about no mailThey can ***** till [?]Over that dough flow we get locoGot a [?] like a lil something.***** know she ain't *****ing meAll the bad features look at the nigga she withAll this chain fake, now look at them nigga he withEven his man's thing!now what you all obtain?[Hook:]Is that yellow tape shitCause all I do is kill shitGot that body bad flowI ain't running out of hereWe just smoke like AOsWe ain't running out of here!*****, just keep them bottles coming,Tell em hoe we're out of here!Yeah, I got 'em, yeah!I got 'em, yeah!Real nigga shit!Yeah, I got 'em!I tell my *****es go sick 'em(Kill, kill, kill)All I rock is *****ing prisons(Kill, kill, kill)Man, your whole click fakePop-pop-pop is the yellow team, aha!I was just a mad [?]With my cousin might mentionAll these diamonds dancingFlying through onyx with the sea hawksShout out my nigga, James, carpenter and [?]Balling nigga, we're balling niggaThis [?] produce money.Popping bottles, niggaWe're popping bottles, niggaWe're pouring champagne, all you want it!Diamond man, hundred karats on my neck (kill!)And I'm about to shop a deal, cut the check, mill!I feel like it's all for your career, baby boyLet Shwaty hang up next to your boy, baby boy!I [?] butcher on my feet(Kill, kill, kill)I kill! Don't forget the diamonds be on me!(Never!) That's real![Hook:]Is that yellow tape shitCause all I do is kill shitGot that body bad flowI ain't running out of hereWe just smoke like AOsWe ain't running out of here!*****, just keep them bottles coming,Tell em hoe we're out of here!Yeah, I got 'em, yeah!I got 'em, yeah!Real nigga shit!Yeah, I got 'em!
