Yeen Havin by Thrax Lyrics
(Intro)
Yeen havin nigga stop cappin
Play with that beat yeah a nigga love rapping
Yeah I love the street life I really be trapping
Tryna get out this life I'm still trapped in, first place in this race I ain't overlapping
Niggas be so foo lying in they captions
Playing with this money gon get your ass captured
I'm ahead of my game niggas better catch up
Money don't sleep I ain't doing a nap
And this Prada coat cozy might just take a nap in it
Fell too deep in this water no it's not a baptism
Fell in love with fashion I'm a demon for scab denim
Chrome heart jeans yeah I'm stuffing the racks in
I'm too gone off this earth blowing gas nigga, speeding off in this sting going fast nigga
Counting blue cheese while you going out sad
Socialize with the money all about a bag
Niggas know I get money I ain't gotta brag
I'ma hit it at the park Derek Jeter the pack
Bitch I'm feeling like a feen i'm itching for this cash
I was down bad but that shit is in the past
If he plotting cut them off trust no snakes in the grass
I'm gon run it up til I'm at my very last
Hook;
Yeen havin nigga stop capping
I been fucking with that beat yeah a nigga love rapping
Yeah I love the street life I really be trapping
Tryna get out of this life a nigga be trapped in
First place in this race I ain't overlappin
Niggas be so foo lying in they captions
Playing with this money gon get yo ass captured
I'm a king in this shit, you a peasant
Ganja vacuum sealed ship it off just like a present
I'm obtaining know this income shit a blessing
You ain't getting no money stay up out my presence
Candy paint the beemer or white iridescent
Bitch I'm making these moves like I'm playing chess
Told that bitch to leave me alone she actin' like a pest
Man there's levels to this shit we ain't getting' no rest
And that's real shit, talking down body bags get zipped
And I'm pulling up with some big shit
Need my pockets fat just like a big bitch
Lassey miyake tote bag and it's real stitching
Heard your man talk to the feds he got caught snitching
I'ma run it til my bank account having 10 digits
Got that bitch all on her knees like its part of her religion
Yeen havin nigga stop cappin
Play with that beat yeah a nigga love rapping
Yeah I love the street life I really be trapping
Tryna get out this life I'm still trapped in, first place in this race I ain't overlapping
Niggas be so foo lying in they captions
Playing with this money gon get your ass captured
I'm ahead of my game niggas better catch up
Money don't sleep I ain't doing a nap
And this Prada coat cozy might just take a nap in it
Fell too deep in this water no it's not a baptism
Fell in love with fashion I'm a demon for scab denim
Chrome heart jeans yeah I'm stuffing the racks in
I'm too gone off this earth blowing gas nigga, speeding off in this sting going fast nigga
Counting blue cheese while you going out sad
Socialize with the money all about a bag
Niggas know I get money I ain't gotta brag
I'ma hit it at the park Derek Jeter the pack
Bitch I'm feeling like a feen i'm itching for this cash
I was down bad but that shit is in the past
If he plotting cut them off trust no snakes in the grass
I'm gon run it up til I'm at my very last
Hook;
Yeen havin nigga stop capping
I been fucking with that beat yeah a nigga love rapping
Yeah I love the street life I really be trapping
Tryna get out of this life a nigga be trapped in
First place in this race I ain't overlappin
Niggas be so foo lying in they captions
Playing with this money gon get yo ass captured
I'm a king in this shit, you a peasant
Ganja vacuum sealed ship it off just like a present
I'm obtaining know this income shit a blessing
You ain't getting no money stay up out my presence
Candy paint the beemer or white iridescent
Bitch I'm making these moves like I'm playing chess
Told that bitch to leave me alone she actin' like a pest
Man there's levels to this shit we ain't getting' no rest
And that's real shit, talking down body bags get zipped
And I'm pulling up with some big shit
Need my pockets fat just like a big bitch
Lassey miyake tote bag and it's real stitching
Heard your man talk to the feds he got caught snitching
I'ma run it til my bank account having 10 digits
Got that bitch all on her knees like its part of her religion