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Trap Dickey ft. Boosie Badazz - Yeah Yeah (Official Video)

Trap Dickey ft. Boosie Badazz - Yeah Yeah (Official Video) Stream now: TrapDickey.lnk.to/YeahYeah Shot By: ‪@ShotByNae‬ Follow Trap Dickey:   / trapdickey     / trapdickey     / trapdickey   (IMixNation, for real) (Denny what you cookin’, yeah) They gotta understand I don’t like games, I don’t do too much playin’ Three little boys, three little girls, n**** I’m a grown ass man Menace to society, I run the streets, that’s where I stand Chest poked out, standin’ on ten toes, bitch what you sayin’? I raised a lot of shooters, they beside me, they not under me Crosstracks Legend throwin’ fours, what they gonna be So run, yeah (boom) Got some hitters up there across the creek, and they gon’ gun, yeah Before I bought the J’s up on my feet, we bought some guns, yeah Rappin’ just for fun, yeah, a certified member Plus my heart cold like December, and I’m runnin’ with some killers If I slide, I know they wit’ me, traumatized from all this killing People still call us the hitters, couple snakes and they got venom Streets cold, for real I’m in the hood, I know the fiends, they gon’ tell where you live Heard them LA boys come around the corner, all they know is drill N***** killin’ who ya love Paranoid from homicides, you faded out, you full of drugs Put you in a gang, big homie changed, he ain’t tell you what it was Bodies drop, they full of slugs Hollow tips for runner-up Bitch I’m bout mine Thuggin’ on the north, these n***** act like I ain’t outside (gang) And I serve, for real, my phone be jumpin’ like a hotline (Trap) And I’m totin’ 4-5s My brother aim legit, and he won’t miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey) Bitch I’m bout mine Thuggin’ on the north, these n***** act like I ain’t outside (boom) And I serve, for real, my phone be jumpin’ like a hotline And I’m totin’ 4-5s My brother aim legit, and he won’t miss, he carry both 9s (LA gang, Trap) Bitch I’m bout mine Ain’t gotta talk mine, it’s up in black and white, I slang iron Really don’t mind, I’ll shoot you black and white, that southside Streets I was raised, I bled ‘em every night, stop signs Runnin’ right through ‘em, they tryna take our life Bitch we baptized But we ain’t said prayers in ‘bout a thousand nights Duckin’ momma, cause momma know we ain’t livin’ right I put that purple in my Sprite, it turned to murder overnight The money got to comin’ in, I had a purpose overnight Me and my uncle whippin’ soft up in the loft 40K made off cocaine, before set it off Yeah, bitch I’m outside, courtside Iced up, two 9s I’m a million-dollar n**** still in the club throwin’ gang signs Bitch I’m bout mine Thuggin’ on the north, these n***** act like I ain’t outside (gang) And I serve, for real, my phone be jumpin’ like a hotline (Trap) And I’m totin’ 4-5s My brother aim legit, and he won’t miss, he carry both 9s (Trap Dickey) Bitch I’m bout mine