Ya Heard - Lil Bam

Ya Heard

Lil Bam

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Lyric

(Yeah!)

(Dre did it)

Hey what you doin' with that dope if you ain't sellin' that, you heard?

Got some young nigga pull up and sat some Hellcats on the curb

We got whatever you need, if you shoppin' we gon' serve

Feed the J's now they get greedy, turn the trap up like a perch

They know I'm hell when I'm well, well I'm well now

I got some bills 'round my neck go bring the scale out

We makin' sales we can't tell nobody our whereabouts

Bro sittin' in the jail, we gon' go and tear the jail down

Cook it then remix it then go flip it, turn it to somethin'

20 freaky bitches, Airbnb, they tryna fuck somethin'

20 niggas with me, bet a nigga I ain't gon' touch one

'Cause there's 20 firearms and everybody ready to bust one

Bitch I hang with hustlers, we workin' these hoes

While I rock out the crowd they sellin' pussy at my shows

I'm smellin' like Dior I got 'em grabbin' on my clothes

Don't leave nothin' in my cup, I drink it up every time I pose

Lights, camera, action grab the camera make a movie

Percy in the system that why she been feelin' groovy

Bankroll in my pocket that bitch thicker than big Judy

She talkin' 'bout she like me, hit it all the time from groupies, ya heard?

Hey what you doin' with that dope if you ain't sellin' that, you heard?

Got some young nigga pull up and sat some Hellcats on the curb

We got whatever you need, if you shoppin' we gon' serve

Feed the J's now they get greedy, turn the trap up like a perch

They know I'm hell when I'm well, well I'm well now

I got some bills 'round my neck go bring the scale out

We makin' sales we can't tell nobody our whereabouts

Bro sittin' in the jail, we gon' go and tear the jail down

We hate to grab them firearms 'cause it get violent

Came here to perform don't make my clique shoot up the party

White bitches love me, mosh pit they goin' gnarly

That ass fake but shawty still thick call her a Barbie

Never met a street nigga like me 'cause I just started

She said she couldn't tell I was a beast 'cause I'm too charmin'

Up turned into trap, he got that super soft like Charmin

Security's just a cover up we still move like the army

Net be up on super soak, walk in and it start stormin', ya heard?

Send shots inside the crowd don't do no warnings, ya heard?

The deal done I rock expensive garments, ya heard?

Get a valet extra tell them pull the cars on the curb

Hey what you doin' with that dope if you ain't sellin' that, you heard?

Got some young nigga pull up and sat some Hellcats on the curb

We got whatever you need, if you shoppin' we gon' serve

Feed the J's now they get greedy, turn the trap up like a perch

They know I'm hell when I'm well, well I'm well now

I got some bills 'round my neck go bring the scale out

We makin' sales we can't tell nobody our whereabouts

Bro sittin' in the jail, we gon' go and tear the jail down

(Yeah!)

- It's already the end -