Yayo

[Hook](x2) Yayo, I don't move that yayo But I got a thousand pounds of loud on the way though We all getting money so my shooters ain't on payroll They shoot when I say so Bitch I am from Clay Co [Verse 1] Catch me out with a pack of B's Catch me in traffic trafficking The spot jumping call it trampoline The gun got a XXL magazine Brick Squad we love to party You know how much money you could make off of molly Grew up running through cuts and alleys Now I'm getting loud shipped out straight from Cali All came in grey bags left the trap with like eight bags Vacuum sealed in them food savers Y'all fake dealers we true players Move the work 'til the work's gone I love money I turn it on I'm [?] don't ask me how I get all this money tax free Bitch this the life we chose All for the nice cars and the nicest clothes Bob Barker knows that all my prices low Selling kush not blow you niggas might should know [Hook](x2)