Letra Yellow tape Juvenile

Yellow tape

Featuring Skip & Pistol

(Hook x2)
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi

(Verse 1)
Juvie, I’mma beast, a product of the streets
I’m rolling KFC, a biscuit and a piece
No doubt it when I speak about it in my sleep
Like a rider your body flippin like every week
I’m checking in the suite with Karen and Trinese
They talkin bout a murder, bitch it says me
Ain’t no bitches in my fleet, I’m running like your feet
My niggas stay behind me like it’s on their higher T
I’m every night a dream, you hopin I’mma leave
But hate is motivation, that’s what I believe
Chopper on the seat, I’m slowing down the speed
If you don’t understand this game then join another league

(Hook x2)
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi

(Verse 2)
Aks me no question, I tell you no lie
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi
Murdered the scene but I wasn’t there
Aksed me who did they kill? I couldn’t care
Like a foster child I was forced to smile
But smiling come easy, I’m in Porsches now
I’m so Panamera in this tanish leather
The blodd stain’s still showin? I gotta clean it better
That’s a mean beretta, woo cock and shoot
If I’ll shoot you with this I will not miss you
Bye bye, you could call a reverend
In 3 days I’m comin back, double checkin

(Hook x2)
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi

(Verse 3)
Somebody dead, this lookin like somebody’s kid
But not me though, I’m like Beyonce with this big ego
You better watch yo back cause it’s bout time I cock the get and pop yo head
Everybody know you got to rock a red
Been a G since I was little, been clappin em with the steel
You feel like you a rider? I’m disconnecting yo wheels
Get the tape and watch me rape em, like pencils I just erase em
And just like TV, my bullets I watch and chase em
Aye Juvie, what that’s bout? He said you trippin then you out
Cause you know, man’s get feel like fuck what nigga’s bout
So we just lurkin, puttin in work and startin the squirtin
Whatever nigga talkin shit, that’s the nigga we murkin

(Hook x2)
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
Somebody dead, the get bring out the yellow tape
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi
It wasn’t me, I got a alibi