Yay Yay - Edit - ScHoolboy Q

Have pistols in my hands

Have pockets full of oxy

Whole life I've been a G

Have bitches on the block

Had strippers on the pole

Have cocaine in the pot

Got fiends at the door

So I turned that to a rock

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

I'm a drug dealin nigga

Cause the grades ain t get me paid

My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid

See my daughter needs some shoes

And my mom work overtime

So I m standin by that stop sign, with nickels and them dimes

Keep that work, got that oxy

Need that kilo, call that papi

Know my stylo, shrimp with sake

So that heroin look like tuffy

Keep my nina, just might off him

Know them boys like me don t play

Most of my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd

Used to fight on 49th

Grandma said be home by nine

But her old-ass sixty somethin

So three hours later I, still I love her R.I.P.

When she died I took her place

And became a fuckin G

Moved my crack across the street

Drug dealin nigga x4

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

Have pistols in my hands

Have pockets full of oxy

Whole life I ve been a G

Have bitches on the block

Had strippers on the pole

Have cocaine in the pot

So I turned that to a rock

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

I m a dug dealin dealer

Roll my cycle on Hoover street

Just a year after Pac died

We all bumped Suga Free

Didn t know what he was sayin

Till them years done jumped to three

Learned the game, slangin hoes

And every car door need a key

Trap them smokers day through night

Sellin bozels need a slice

Life is crack so shoot the dice

Get the cheese but cut the mice

Enemies be left to write

We don t call our shit the trap

Bitch we call our shit the set

Unless we alter we in no route

After crack was Oxy next

But thank god the yay was yay

Off the yee like it s the Bay

Rock a chain I m kuntake

Out in Texas, what s the word

Keep them packs and that s for sure

Slang to him is slang to her

Ask a fiend, they will concur

Drug dealin nigga x4

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

x 2

Have pistols in my hands

Have pockets full of o s

Whole life I ve been a G

Have bitches on the block

Bad strippers on the pole

Have cocaine in the pot

Got fiends at the door

So I turned that to a rock

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay

That yay yay, that yay yay.