untiljapan - YAYO (WHITE PARIS)

I just fucked this ho from out the city They wanna see what I'm gon' do I told 'em, "Folks, just wait and see" Been abiding by the rules, can't break the code, it's what I bleed You so lost inside the sauce, I just can't save you, you a treesh I was broken with my thoughts, I feel like hanging from a tree You losing cash about a thot, that shit be painin' me to see I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive

Nigga, stop lyin' Nigga, stop lyin', go ahead and show the stat'line Pass your bitch up, main line Pass your bitch up, main line Got two racks tucked, they lyin' We servin' dope in the nighttime I'm moving the L from L.A. to motherfuckin' Paris I'm turnin' that white now, servin' that yayo right now Hop out this bitch with a model, I don't Even post her, you wouldn't even know, huh I'm 'bout to fuck up the throttle, I'm pushin' The Bentley just like it's a boat, huh, yeah Cash rules everything around me Get a bag, serve it to the zombies I'm in New York with mad hoes and they all Do that code, this shit just surround me I can't talk to my fake ho 'cause I Think that she mad I fuck with her homie And we pushin' that Tahoe, servin' mad folks On the street, I ain't even gon' hold you Nigga, yeah, we the mob, who told you? Mafia boss, who told you? You gotta shut your mouth to keep your life, lil' baby, I told you This shit ain't no game, but it's not a game, we got some soldiers

I just fucked this ho from out the city And I got money waitin' on me up in the A, I'm makin' plays You know I'm big with pure, I ain't worried 'bout no ho up in my face You just can't be on what we on, we get the cash, then hit the bank I just fucked this ho from out the city And I don't fuck with these peons These niggas get crushed up in the A Been abidin' by the rules, can't break the code, it's what I bleed We do not speak on the cell phone, niggas tryna get a case I was broken with my thoughts, I feel like hanging from a tree My niggas speak from the jail phone, shit get to me every day I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets And what you trustin' a bitch for? That's how you get put up in that grave I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive

I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not retarded, can't you see? I got a Glock right on my hip in case these niggas need to cease (Cebu, you a star) Woah, woah-woah-woah, woah-woah I heal my broken hearts with pesos, can't trip 'bout no ho We move that cocaine, my runners bring that shit from SoHo I care for no maid, I run this shit up in a Polo Okay, okay, I'm in Paris eatin' on lo mein for the low-low I'm the devil in Prada, put my bitch in the 'Rarri, her name like Coco She told me she was an angel, but She got secrets, she don't post those She like gettin' high, but she don't like paparazzi, please no photos I stayed dressed for a funeral, but I'm not sure who died yet Every day I wake up tired, I still get fly, that's just my mindset I'ma put this shit on God, I'm raisin' The bar, you niggas can't fight this Take care of all of my brides, that's On my life, my babies some fine shit Yeah, sometimes we don't act right, babygirl, that's how we be But I'ma stick down for my brothers, I'ma stay right by the creed We got this shit right out the gutter If you don't like it, you could leave Bro be speedin' off codeine, it get hard for him to breathe It get hard for us all, can't let it fall, can't suck my teeth I got love for all them bitches that was lyin' to me cheap 'Cause now I'm draped in cocaine money I'm laughin' with the cheese, yeah

Come on, I made a storm in Paris I got white powder all on the streets Keep a kilo in these baggies, I dish 'em out to these fiends I'ma get it how I got to, a hundred racks in my jeans