Yung Joc - Yeah Boy

Lyrics to Yeah Boy by Yung Joc

Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch Yeah boy Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor Yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy Rich nigga swag, paint shit pretty We own accidentally 2012 black Bentleys Call me 2-50, the money too filthy The black van behind me? That mean the move's with me So partner, don't tempt me To leave your dome empty 'Cause I could redelit Y'all niggas breathe envy Well, I can understand That's the shit haters do My daddy knew your daddy Said he was a hater, too I'm sippin' 80 proof Pimpin', I'm hater proof Hater, for a nigga Hear you say I ain't the truth Doin' what I came to do Get the check to hang with you Fuckin' with the check It ain't no thing to pull them things on you Ice cold diamonds everywhere Niggas try me very where Bitches love me like the month Of February everywhere Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch Yeah boy Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor Yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy We 'bout to make a movie, let's call it ATL No sir, not 5-0 skat'n'ry, just ace up old Chevelle I'm talking D-Boy, I'm talking dope sale Fuckin' hatin' broads and the light wholesale Hell, I'm sick of these niggas back in Hollywood Take your ass to sit, boy, this ain't Hollywood And that's no distant hill, y'all niggas jumpin' ship You the type to call 12-1-800-TILL I know how niggas think Hear 'bout this in the morning Media take out Y'all bitches so annoying Boss up, boss shit, I should own bosses My dealer's just a friend, bet you from my own pocket That ass gotsta, Joc the high typee Lord knows how much you hear my name, none of it might ever drop it What up, puff? I appreciate the game (Yeah boy) What up, blob? I appreciate the change (Yeah boy) Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch Yeah boy Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor Yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy I guess I'm back now I got my papers straight They're white on white Ghosts squattin' on your paper plates And we don't say ho's ain't no gates on me Hundred thou', bling blough, and some yeahs on me Meet your pitchin', and if you slippin' put the base on me I'm the nigga in my city, put the A on me God dammit, I get horny when I see myself (What?) Don't I look good? Call me black Hugh L. Smash the gas, make the whip two-step New jazz city, in the kitchen I need two shelves Scratchin', ballin' double time, bitch, I need two realms Pass me that one hitter, quitter, uh, I need two quills Ain't I the shit? Yeah boy Ain't on my dick? Yeah boy And if you slippin', then I'm leavin' with your bitch Yeah boy Hey, how's the choppers? Yeah boy Let's play cops and robbers, yeah boy And this shit I spit so sick I think I need a doctor Yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy, yeah boy Yeah boy