Sean Pitaro - Yaa

★ Intro: Sean PItaro ★
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"
You tryna be friends, I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
We came with the pump, it go rah-ta-ta
Run yo' shit quick, big wood, light a spark
Yeah, I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah (She said she wanna hang)
I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Snorkatje)

★ Chorus: Sean Pitaro ★
She said she wanna hang, I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"
You tryna be friends, I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
We came with the pump, it go rah-ta-ta
Run yo' shit quick, big wood, light a spark
Wanna hang? I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"
You tryna be friends, I'm likе, "Nah, nah, nah"
We came with the pump, it go rah-ta-ta
Run yo' shit quick, big wood

★ Verse 1: Sean Pitaro ★
Shе wanna go to London, yeah
I told her to wait, yeah
I've been going big, tryna move from state to state
You ain't with the shit, better stay in yo' place
Moving in the coupe, lil' bro, you stay in yo' lane
I came with the chop', it hit like a kick starter
Gas got me moving real slow, feel retarded
Yo' shit sound trash, yeah, it smelling like some garbage
If you want my block, then you know we gotta start shit (Bah, bah, bah)

★ Chorus: Sean Pitaro & koi ★
I'm like, "Yeah, yeah, yeah"
You tryna be friends, I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
We came with the pump, it go rah-ta-ta (Bah, bah)
Run yo' shit quick, big wood, light a spark

★ Verse 2: koi ★
Yeah, Backwood, only way I make it through the day (Huh, yeah)
Head good, shawty topped me in the brand new Wraith (Top, skrrt)
Walter White, I be tappin', I can barely face (I can barely face)
Up all night or I'm high, it's why I'm always late (It's why I'm always late, yeah)
Up all night off the gas, told her, "Come through" (Come through)
Get a bag, do the skrrt, that's what a foreign do (Foreign do)
Drop the top, big bag, she gon' top me up (Yeah, top me up)
All her neighbors know I'm here 'cause she loud enough (She loud enough, yeah)
Uh, Backwood, lotta spark (Lotta spark)
Yeah, and my whip too big to park, uh (Skrrt, haha)
Yeah, uh, smoke be rollin' out the car (Car, out the car)
Uh, I know they fake, can't drop my guard (Can't drop my guard)
Ayy, airin' out the foreign, need a bad bitch (Bad bitch)
Yeah, these labels know I'm here, they got me lavish (Lavish)
Rollin' off the spliff, baby cappin' (Cappin')
I feel gassed, too high, I be laughing