Yellow Tape lyrics

[Verse 1]

Wait a second, wait a minute

Don't compare me to them other niggas

Desert Eagle, Smith & Wesson

I'm about to go to war, gon' pledge allegiance

Where the real friends at when you really need 'em?

When I was locked up in the county, I ain't even see 'em

I bought my own lane, lonely

What happen to the bitches in the party?

A 100 bottles that was every weekend

Bitches bodied in my crib like the Colosseum

After 3 AM, you know we getting freaky

Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings

Tired of the fake loving

Fake Hollywood, fake passion

Fake gang banging and they claiming on pop shit

Fake titties and cocaine in they nostrils, Stop It

[Verse 2]

Too with it, nigga, bring a bottle

And if it's my time to go, I'm taking everybody

Don't care, my nigga, we shootin' anybody

And if it ain't your nigga, then nigga don't worry about it

I hear 'em talking down on me, down on me

But where they at tonight? I got a 100 rounds on em'

I think I had it up to here, my niggas

You know your killers, they fear my niggas

So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do?

Dancing round the issue, bitch you know you're running out of moves

I keep it real my nigga

This Richard Mille hella clear, cost a mil my nigga

Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel, my nigga

Got the mic at the horror room and we feel like thriller

Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid

A hoe can't make no money, but I bet they'll help you spend it

Had a meeting with the devil last week

Couldn't believe what he said to me

Here take this contract, signature please

You can have it all, but you know your soul, I'ma keep

Bad luck, bad luck, yeah you know it come in threes

Battling my demons, I'm the only one who sees

I've got the fire blazing, burning all the weed

I think this hell ain't hotter than this fucking Hennessy, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]

Two feet off the ground, oh oh, like

Why am I living here?

Up and down, up and down

I think I might drown from my tears

I cry

Just might being sold

Too many tears, I'm thinking 'bout ending here

Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol

[Chorus]

Bang, bang, bang, yeah that's all it take

Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape

Bang, bang, bang, yeah that's all it take

Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo, get behind the yellow tape

Bang, bang, bang, yeah that's all it take

Don't shoot, don't shoot, get behind the yellow tape

Don't shoot, don't shoot, don't shoot, don't, get behind the yellow tape

[Verse 3]

Wonder if God got a sense of humor

I hope you know that he can see all the shit you doing

My mama said no matter how that he still listen to me

Taking temptation and fornication, you know I love the pussy

Mister assume there no connection, it was all assumptions

She just wanna fuck, Whatever happened to us love making?

You don't wanna be in the club

• Artist:Chris Brown
• Album:Heartbreak On a Full Moon