Yippee (feat. Big Boss Clancy)

This ain't no roll bounce Fucking up the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping This ain't no roll bounce Bumping in the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now Everybody go get to clapping clapping I move too slick cause my pockets real thick Youngest out the clique but I gotta keep us rich I ain't tryna keep a bitch I'm just tryna get her lit Tell her bring a friend you know we off the Perky 10s We gone spend a few bands double back Then spin again Niggas mad at me cause I'm the youngin' tryna win Bitches loving me cause I'm the nigga with the plan Molly or the weed Whatchu need we got it in Keep a few poles but then again I flex ya chin Fuck a bad ho but then again I want a friend Make the wrong move and be prepared to meet ya end Yippee Kiyay they only love you when you win Shits crazy gotta go get it cannot be lazy Watch my every move I'm playing chess on the daily Gotta keep my cool but get to clapping if you play me Gotta stick and move she only want me for my baby Shit crazy nigga This ain't no roll bounce Bumping in the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping This ain't no roll bounce Bumping in the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now Everybody go get to clapping clapping Why Mark Had to stop with the fake shit Head was always down but Now I got the Face lift Head up in the clouds Motherfucker in my spaceship Fuck a good job Good times what I'm making Finna drop a vinyl let it sizzle like it bacon Fuck doing finals I'd rather vacation Oooooh now I'm feeling faded Yeah you got Loud Pack so you gotta face it She really shake it she naked A little anxious I ain't say shit Bought her own weed now she face it Done with all the walking I been talking gotta lace it I remember days making music in the basement Homegrown in the KY Boy I'm tryna stay high tryna get by Get mine lick mine she a real dime Bust once I ain't through ima bust twice I be chilling y'all be like what my subs like You a simp right boy you don't hit right What her hips like yeah she got thick thighs Y'all can't have my bag cuz I'm in mine I be smoking I be toking I be rolling the potent I'm like MK show me my opponent Yeah I'm good with her cat And I'm good with my Doja Ima wake up with a blunt Y'all can wake up with a mocha Okay this ain't no roll bounce Bumping in the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping This ain't no roll bounce Bumping in the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now Everybody go get to clapping clapping Clapping on the beat like a motherfucking stick up Lift up ya hips girl move to the rhythm Baby back it up buss it up like a pick up Trucking thru the city like a old school hiccup Lemon in the driveway I ain't tryna smash Switching up the lyrics when I'm flicking off ash Deep pockets loose trinkets and it's full of cash I don't wanna brag Might go dress in drag Make as much as Brad Pitts on musty and ya pumps too hot Swear to the plug I ain't wanna get shot Cross your heart suede deuce Jimmy Page no Choos Johnny Dang with the chain Bruce Lee with the moves Kicking shit like a loo Shoo I don't move like a smooch Pucker lips for a truce Watch me stack up my loot Lil bitch This ain't no roll bounce Bumping in the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now Everybody go get to clapping clapping clapping This ain't no roll bounce Bumping in the club like a ho down Yippee Kiyay on the floor now I said I fucked it up But they don't give a fuck