Yeah - Pastor Troy, Mo Chedda Mobstaz

How can I explain this game?

Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name

Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk

The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real

I got the gun chill, cranberry’s and x pills

Smokin on the best of the best

When you see me you know i’m fresh

In the black lambo, I ain’t ridin there hoe

Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don’t give a fu**

Prince’s cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear

In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear

Listen hear, this fo all yall ni**az bitin' my flow

Wanna come up in the game, I can’t stand a mane actin like I don’t know

Yeah!!!, There’s been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my

motherfu**in offerin?

Yeah!!!, It’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin

Yeah!!!, It’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m

hittin

Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year

man (well ah haaaa)

I been watchin these ni**az from a fog

My best friend left me with some dope in his car

So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd

I represent ni**az smokin dro', actin wild (ya feel me now?)

I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro

Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old…

Hop in the club with no I.D., no ni**a here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2,

3 r e s p e c t

V.I.P, bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street

Tryin to find me a bi*** I can check

Probably be the bitch on the deck

Better yet, i’ma slap a bi*** ass ni**a, a fu** ass ni**a, ol bitin ass ni**a

Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in

offerin?

Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin

Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m

hittin

Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year

man (well ah haaaa)

Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in

offerin?

Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin

Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m

hittin

Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year

man (well ah haaaa)