"Yellow Tape" lyrics - FUTURE

[Intro:]
(Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?)
(808 Mafia)

I'm out on bond and I'm popping, can't stop me from copping a new Maserati
Shawty so bad, she spoiled, she riding, she stepping out she catch a body
Patek Philipe I don't want it if the face can't be bust down I can't be modest
Go go rose gold Gillian she look at me sumn like a pilot
Drinking the lean with the molly, don't get my deposit I'm starting a riot
All these hitters are wilding, you can't do nun' bout it, just gotta be violent
All you did was look at my pic, she study my flow like scholars
3 phones ringing at one time, just a young dopeboy slanging narcotics
Old hoes calling at one time all of 'em bodies, they all a body
I got this jawn, [?] mignon, she sitting waiting in the lobby
I got this problem, as soon as seen the Phantom, I had to go cop it
Moncler, [?], your wife wanna give me that sloppy
Hopped off, knock off the dogs, iced up in da Cavalli
Trap house beating down the door gotta let like I'm Pat Riley
They wanna throw some salt on the gang, we about to send 'em some shotties
Soon as you see that chrome to your brain, you ain't gon' do nothin' but potty

[Chorus:]
Made it out the streets cold, I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code, never mind all the fake
Hundred pound bale load, filled up on the crate
Drop down low, hit 'em with the yellow tape

Whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me
Hundred pieces [?] on me, gotta keep a bag of that X on me
Hit 'em up like Bruce Lee, I'm bout go [?] like Bruce Lee
Water all down my shoulder
Water all down my sleeve
I had passed my quota, after I whipped up baking soda
I had the rack attack, I'm bout to cook up straight with that
You bout to make me spazz, you bout to make me spend this cash
Whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me
You can't flex on me, you'll never be able to flex on me
Hold your nuts on me, they bout to place they bets on me
VVs on me, they bouta to put their X on me
Hoppin' in jets like me, I got them hoppin' in jets like me
Hundreds gold chains at least, I got me sum hundreds gold chains at least
You can tuck the heat, but you gotta always share that freak

[Chorus:]
Made it out the streets cold, I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code, never mind all the fake
Hundred-pound bale load filled up on the crate
Drop down low, hit 'em with the yellow tape

Drop down get your eagle on, young nigga letting the desert eagle go
Free gang of the free bricks, I can hit you with the Lamborghini flow
Couple stains, and a couple licks, what we done did at Valero
Got my money counter with me (yeah)
Got it jumpin' and I got the nitro
Lamborghini tryna pop a wheelie in this motherfucker like Rico
If I was in the streets they are probably tryna charge me with the R.I.C.O
STL [?] but my 21 be family though
La Familia, only way we ride, If you gotta die then you gotta go
Couple sides with me come through, this is Freebandz, the mob though
Looking like Chapo, the hood looking like Chapo
Looking like robbers, the whole hood looking like mobsters
Sleep with your carbon, always go to sleep with your carbon
Swerve out the margins, swerving all outside the margins
I can't bark in, I was down bad, I was starving
Bigger than Tarzan, my data look like Verizon
Y'all like stacks and ass but don't tell nobody I'm yo boyfriend

[Chorus:]
Made it out the streets cold, I gotta get me some cake
Ran it up stuck to the street code, never mind all the fake
Hundred-pound bale load filled up on the crate
Drop down low, hit 'em with the yellow tape

[Outro:]
Whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta check on me
Whole lotta baguettes on me
Whole lotta, whole lotta baguettes on me