Letra Like yeah Tech N9Ne

Like yeah

[Verse 1:]
Hey
It's time to get into some sin
You been listenin' to gibberish hits in the interim
Them are done cause hear me come
To make you stand up, stand tough, hands up, damn ya
If you don't get it get rid of it, trip if you diggin' it
I guess I got more than my balls and my word
I got broads in a herd chasin' this and all on my nerves
They got the illness, they feel this realness, chill bitch
I got a bed that's too crowded for you to come get in it
I spit that Tech sheiza off to y'all
It's crazy, even Michael Jackson said it's off the wall
I brought the sickness, big Tech's lidless, Midwest
I be the best don't forget it nobody can get with it
So when you see me in the spot, bow down trick
I eat, drink, sleep, dress, look and sound rich
So jump up, they pumped up, crunked up, everyone must
Stop with the jealousy with me the haters be rivvited
(K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot
Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH

[Chorus:]
Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya
They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha
Chick if she get a whip for this
She be like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2:]
I'm back with the heat, and yes Young Fire produced it
With true spit, I get lots of relish with Strange Music
My crew's thick, deuce click, and guess who's with
Two chicks, in my lou of caribou sift
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Everybody in the party will lose it
Vodka and Mountain Dew is the new shit
Thanks to Icey Rock and Demonica, we honor ya
And I get so much money sometimes it feel like I'm wearin' a Yamaka
You cannot monitor my money I'll monetarily astonish ya
So what's with the bad comments and all the drama for
I can produce a picture
Stop with the truths that hit ya
I'm at the top but I can be poppin' and shootin' with'cha
Chip on my shoulder now, Mr. Nice Guy is over wow
To a ritzy and older style, from ditzy and gomer pow
Look at my checks swell, chicks with wet tails
Ready to rock it in my pocket, got the Trojan Magnum XL's

(K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot
Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH

[Chorus:]
Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya
They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha
Chick if she get a whip for this
She be like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3:]
Tech N9ne, Yeah
I think they ready mang
Yeah, yeah, this is Kansas City mang
The industry's still punks, that's why they will slump
But when we [? ] drop all our records, we will dump
Havin' a good time to stackin' it with Travis we laid back
Doin' about a 150 with slaps in the Maybach
Haters of course you doubt, that I'm makin' a warped amount
I got Ozone, Murder Dog, XXL and Source accounts
So what's all the fuss about?
Killer in and remorse is out
Fuck [? ]
You heard that from the horse's mouth
It ain't coming from RBC, it ain't coming from Fontana
It's coming from Strange Music's don tana, in a calm manner
I say this in baritone, we come to get all cheddar
Hauntin' you in your dreams, you wake up screamin' in falsetta
MTV clipped me birthday bash show
I got fans like Cat Castro that'll boost my cash flow
MTV, completely we sick of it, you won't give a bit
Just look at my eyes, my blood, and my ligaments
You can see that Tecca Nina don't give a shit

(K-I-L-L) E to the R uh dot
Just ain't fair, that when I pop up the spot be like YEAH

[Chorus:]
Killer killer, it's the gorilla, and if they feel ya
They screamin' like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister, mister, quick to get with'cha
Chick if she get a whip for this
She be like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah