Lyrics:
Shawty tell me she gone 'buss it like it Marta
If Lil' momma stay down imma spoil her
All this ‘flava I can kick a 50 yarder
I can’t lie feel like this
(Yup)
Round the world we gone touch with this song
(All the yarders all around the world, all the yarders all around the world)
And I'm gone put on
(Damn
decisions sleeping at the wheel
I crashed like Nasdaq
40-yarder hit the hole
And fumbled like a halfback
I felt like Gilbert Arenas
Was just a man in his
From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know
How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder
So we smoke a hundred yarder
rip shows, gotta let them know
How we flow, when we get the doe and roll a little harder
So we smoke a hundered yarder, Bogard, who ridin' Marvin?
with a flag
Trying to pull up in a Lambo, first I pull off in a jag
'Cuz I kick it like I'm Lambo, 50-yarder for the jags
In my Chevy riding dirty, got
made the football team
Hey Dad we just went undefeated
I QB sneaked it ran it in for 6
60 yarder pops you shoulda seen it
Wish you were there so you
the deep
Waters but i know the shark in my chi, know it eat harder
Heartbeat dash like a 30 yarder, strapped for the cash
Grippin' for it the beat
the streets
I been tryna find a blessing
Dealing with all this grief
Never a good mourning
Good day when I speak
To you the yarders all of my family
For me it's
do
Crew built like Marshawn's running 100 yarders
As they toss another prayer better hope from Aaron Rodgers
If we getting to the cottage
Is because I
subliminal
Not at all
Y'all know who did it
JFK what up
Aye tell them niggas we don't do those
Subliminals
Nah
You fweel me
The Eastie Boyz
The Yarders
I never
didn’t work out all that great
When we tried out that 57-yarder,
But that old kick is in the past
And ‘Bama’s ‘bout (“Alabama’s about”) to kick your ass.
I'm a goal striker
Why the fuck I be on the bench I'm a front liner
You a bone yarder
Nobody trying to listen to that you're a rock spider
Riding round
harder
Back in the day, I had a yarder
As an adult, dealers for dollars
Pretty girls probably ruined my life
Only mistake I probably made twice
Pray that
yarder in 3.85
I'm not shucking or jiving
Just had to remind ya
Writing songs is getting harder
Everything will happen
When the fuck I want it to
I got
five, the Yarders eat
Song after song, shit, put this one on repeat
The sky's the limit Up until the morning, grindin' cause I gotta
Get it Know I gotta
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