Yay Yay Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

Have pistols in my hands 

Have pockets full of oxy 

Whole life I've been a G 

Have bitches on the block 

Had strippers on the pole 

Have cocaine in the pot 

Got fiends at the door 

So I turned that to a rock 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

I'm a drug dealin nigga 

Cause the grades ain t get me paid 

My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid 

See my daughter needs some shoes 

And my mom work overtime 

So I m standin by that stop sign, with nickels and them dimes 

Keep that work, got that oxy 

Need that kilo, call that papi 

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Know my stylo, shrimp with sake 

So that heroin look like tuffy 

Keep my nina, just might off him 

Know them boys like me don t play 

Most of my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd 

Used to fight on 49th 

Grandma said be home by nine 

But her old-ass sixty somethin 

So three hours later I, still I love her R.I.P. 

When she died I took her place 

Photos 

And became a fuckin G 

Moved my crack across the street 

Drug dealin nigga x4 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo 

Have pistols in my hands 

Have pockets full of oxy 

Whole life I ve been a G 

Have bitches on the block 

Had strippers on the pole 

Have cocaine in the pot 

So I turned that to a rock 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

I m a dug dealin dealer 

Roll my cycle on Hoover street 

Just a year after Pac died 

We all bumped Suga Free 

Didn t know what he was sayin 

Till them years done jumped to three 

Learned the game, slangin hoes 

And every car door need a key 

Trap them smokers day through night 

Sellin bozels need a slice 

Life is crack so shoot the dice 

Get the cheese but cut the mice 

Enemies be left to write 

We don t call our shit the trap 

Bitch we call our shit the set 

Unless we alter we in no route 

After crack was Oxy next 

But thank god the yay was yay 

Off the yee like it s the Bay 

Rock a chain I m kuntake 

Out in Texas, what s the word 

Keep them packs and that s for sure 

Slang to him is slang to her 

Ask a fiend, they will concur 

Drug dealin nigga x4 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo 

x 2 

Have pistols in my hands 

Have pockets full of o s 

Whole life I ve been a G 

Have bitches on the block 

Bad strippers on the pole 

Have cocaine in the pot 

Got fiends at the door 

So I turned that to a rock 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay 

That yay yay, that yay yay.