Texty: Jay Coke. Other. Act A Ass.

(feat. D.G. Yola & Charlay)

Intro:
It's back on (Yes)
You know how Lil Yola do it, man
You already know
It's ya boy Charlay, Jay Coke, Lil Yola

Verse 1: Charlay
Charlay, Jay Coke, and Lil Yola
Jumpin outta Corolla
And to the folks in the A
It's better known as Toyota
And you can think you a soldier
I'll blow your head off your shoulders
You can play like you tough
I had enough so I showed ya
I get a ho and I stroke her
Take her home and I poke her
She was drunk when I got her
But when I'm done she be sober
See my blowin on doja
And the guns I tote em
If you got funds, they want ya
But if you dumb, they taunt ya
See Charlay from the road
And then she stanks from a pole
And you can think it's a joke
And then you hang from a rope
I spot a ho
If she fine
Then they stop me if she not
I'm like ???
Get down and drop it like it's hot

Chorus:
So don't come in my face
Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass
And don't look at me wrong
Cause I been known to gon and act a ass
He ain't talkin bout work
He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass
And when I hit the club
I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags
Don't come in my face
Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass
And don't look at me wrong
Cause I been known to gon and act a ass
He ain't talkin bout work
He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass
And when I hit the club
I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags

Verse 2: DG Yola
Young nigga
I ain't playin with you bustas
I'll bust you if you talkin shit
Fuckin round with Lil Yola
Ya know hide ya in a ditch
I'm gutta to the fullest
And naw, niggas, I ain't neva took no shit
So don't look at me wrong
Comin in my face talkin all that other shit
Ya know I got that work
So you gon call and ask me for a brick
And then try to get mad when I say, Imma charge ya 36
Y'all niggas got me bent
All in the mix
Just like them sucker dusters
I stay in the club
Chillin in the cut
Blowin on that purple stuff
My pockets like a pillow
So your ho tryin to get with a nigga
Se me VIP
She tryin to creep off and come see a nigga
Imma real gangsta so these fakers wanna be a nigga
Better get yo shit straight
Now get ready to be a nigga

Chorus:
So don't come in my face
Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass
And don't look at me wrong
Cause I been known to gon and act a ass
He ain't talkin bout work
He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass
And when I hit the club
I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags
Don't come in my face
Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass
And don't look at me wrong
Cause I been known to gon and act a ass
He ain't talkin bout work
He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass
And when I hit the club
I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags

Verse 3: Jay Coke
Jay Coke them playas a youngsta
Gon stay the same now I'm old
Self-made, self-paid, all out
And that boy from the road
Charlay what's happenin then (Shit, it's whatever, man)
These niggas try me
Imma leave they eye as black as a 2-11 can
Tell em When
Hey, I ain't a stutta, man
I'm so, so gutta
These niggas shoot
I pop back as quick as a rubberband
I'm a hustla
Give em a deal on 28
They buy em
But for the pounds of the purp
It's a lil bit higher
I got the nickels and dimes that'll make ya hip rock
But it's gon cost ya a lil mo' if it come in a ziplock
It be Charlay and When
And they back on the beat
And Jay Coke gon act a fool
Cause Yola back on the streets

Chorus:
So don't come in my face
Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass
And don't look at me wrong
Cause I been known to gon and act a ass
He ain't talkin bout work
He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass
And when I hit the club
I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags
Don't come in my face
Talkin that shit cause Imma slap ya ass
And don't look at me wrong
Cause I been known to gon and act a ass
He ain't talkin bout work
He just don't know I'm finna tatch his ass
And when I hit the club
I'm sellin drugs, wrapped in plastic bags

(Thanks to Lil' Steve for these lyrics)