Letra Since i met ye Jpegmafia

Since i met ye

Since I met Ye, I'm dead to you niggas, that's why I wear jet black (Go)
White hoes going Bin Laden, finna end up with they head wrapped
I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don't yip-yap, it's a mismatch
Get the-get the-get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga (Ayy)

Bitch, I'm Ricky Williams on the Dolphins
Smokin' and jukin' but never coughin' (Ayy)
I'ma leave her shakin' like it's Parkinson's
She want the thunder like Darryl Dawkins
Ayy, steppin' in the deep water, know you see the shark fins
Die, it's a privilege to get a coffin
Get the-get the-get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga
Niggas jumpin' in the beef, don't rap now
Little boys thinkin' it's scripted like we on SmackDown
Nepo-ass niggas be built and bred for the background
Never had a hit, and you only hittin' a half ounce
Dickhead, how you gon' login and tell me to run it up?
Hit dogs, holler, you felt a way and then sucker-punched
You be in studio sessions chasin' a bag
'Cause the shit that you make on your own go into the trash
Pullin' up the stick and you're stickin' to cherry-pickin'
And your bitch is on another mission
I just got my bitch a Beretta, we gettin' cheddar, so I got another one to twin her
Lately, I been feelin' like Tyson, now when I'm swinging on these niggas like they Robin Givens
Burn 'em

Since I met Ye, I'm dead to you niggas, that's why I wear jet black
White hoes going Bin Laden, finna end up with they head wrapped
I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don't yip-yap, it's a mismatch
Get the-get the-get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga

Bitch, I'm— bitch, I'm— bitch, I'm— bitch, I'm
Bitch, I'm— bitch, I'm— bitch, I'm— bitch, I'm

Bitch got her hand out, I ain't giving tithe
Bitch, you ain't even good enough to be on my side
One thing about Peggy, know he never lie
East Bay, mad nigga from the East Side
I like my side bitches toxic like Kevin Federline
And if your bitch is a bopper, she gettin' fed a line
And if she stressin' me out, she gettin' fed a rhyme
It be your own niggas giving 'em out that Fetty time
Blackout curtains for the daytime
Bitch, lay down, I'm still on L.A. time
My raps should be classified as hate crimes
All-white Benz in my ends, they gon' hate this
White girls give the best top, I'm racist
You owe me money, don't sleep, I'ma wake him
On her knees for the MD, it's shameful
On her knees for the Lord, but she ain't faithful