Since I Met Ye lyrics

Since I met Ye, I'm dead to you niggas, that's why I wear jet black (go) White hoes going Bin Laden finna end up with they head wrapped I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don't yip-yap, it's a mismatch Get the, get the, get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga Ay Bitch, I'm Ricky Williams on the Dolphins Smoking and jukin' but never coughin' Ay, I'ma leave her shaking like it's Parkinson's, she want the thunder like Darryl Dawkins Ay, steppin' in the deep water, know you see the shark fins Die, it's a privilege to get a coffin Get the, get the, get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga Niggas jumpin' in the beef, don't rap now Little boys thinking it's scripted like we on SmackDown Nepo-ass niggas be built and bred for the background Never had a hit, and you only hitting a half ounce Dickhead, how you gon' login and tell me to run it up? Hit dogs, holler, you felt a way and then sucker-punched You be in studio sessions chasing a bag 'Cause the shit that you make on your own go into to the trash How you niggas thinking you slick when you cherry-picking When your bitch is on another mission? I just got my bitch a Beretta, we getting cheddar, so I got another one to twin 'em Lately I been feeling like Tyson, sow when I'm swinging on these niggas like they Robin Givens Burn 'em Since I met Ye, I'm dead to you niggas, that's why I wear jet black White hoes going Bin Laden, finna end up with they head wrapped I been in the kitchen with the cauldron, we don't yip-yap, it's a mismatch Get the, get the, get-get the Glock, it's time to rob, nigga Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm Bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm, bitch, I'm Bitch got her hand out, I ain't giving tide Bitch, you ain't even good enough to be on my side One thing about Peggy, know he never lie East Bay mag nigga from the East Side I like my side bitches toxic as Kevin Federline And if your bitch is a bopper, she gettin' fed a line And if she stressin' me out, she get a better rhyme It be your own niggas giving 'em out that Fetty time Blackout curtains for the daytime, bitch, lay down, I'm still on LA time My raps should be classified as hate crimes All-white Benz in my ends, they gon' hate this White girls give the best top, I'm racist You owe me money, don't sleep, I'ma wake him On her knees for the MD, it's shameful On her knees for the Lord, but she ain't faithful