Yellow tape
Fat Joe/Lil' Wayne/A$AP Rocky/French Montana Lyrics
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This feel like the whole entire world collapsed
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking
Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jackson
Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's
Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's
Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's
Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's swag swag)
What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean
Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam
When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream
Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine
Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold
Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though
Eight bricks get it shaved off
Yeen' Ho Yeen' know (You ain't know)
Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy
When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed
White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it
Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it
Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips
Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks
Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk
Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk
Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that
To the South Bronx and I pop that
She call you for that ride back (Haan)
South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it
Coke boy (Joe Crack)
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
The song "Yellow Tape" by Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, A$AP Rocky, and French Montana is a hardcore rap that describes the life of drug dealers living in a crime-infested area where yellow tapes are a common sight. The lyrics discuss their everyday activities, including selling drugs, playing dice games, jacking high-value cargos, and robbing homes, all of which they do without hesitation. The chorus, "We just sold like eight bricks, we ain't running out of it," further emphasizes their criminal activities' success.
Despite the song's graphic language and message, it sheds light on the reality of life in some urban areas where poverty, gang violence, and drug abuse are rampant, leading people to engage in illicit activities to survive. The intricate rhymes, the rappers' aggressive delivery, and the catchy beats of "Yellow Tape" make it a favorite among hip-hop fans worldwide.
Line by Line Meaning
Attention please, attention please,
This feel like the whole entire world collapsed
The situation is very serious and urgent, it feels like everything is falling apart
Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
Work, work, work, I got it
I got it, I got it
We have a lot of drugs and weapons, and we are not afraid to use them to protect our territory
This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince
She get it poppin', I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking
Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jackson
Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's
Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's
Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's
Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago
We are living an extravagant and dangerous lifestyle, surrounded by luxury and violence. We don't care about anyone else, not even our partners, and we are willing to spend a lot of money to impress our mothers and satisfy our egos.
Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's swag swag)
What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean
Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam
When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream
Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine
Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold
Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though
Eight bricks get it shaved off
Yeen' Ho Yeen' know (You ain't know)
Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes
I am a tough guy from Harlem, who likes to wear designer clothes and have sex with beautiful women. I am also involved in drug dealing and violence, and I don't hesitate to kill people who threaten me or my business.
You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy
When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed
White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it
Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it
Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips
Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks
Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk
Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk
Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that
To the South Bronx and I pop that
She call you for that ride back (Haan)
South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it
Coke boy (Joe Crack)
We have a lot of guns and drugs, and we are better at it than anyone else. We are also rich and powerful, and we enjoy showing off our wealth and status. We are unstoppable and untouchable, and we are willing to do anything to maintain our position and reputation.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RAKIM MAYERS, ISAAC HAYES, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, DAVID PORTER, WILLIAM LEWIS, DWAYNE CARTER, KARMIN KHARBOUCH, ROJEAN O'NEAL, SHANDEL GREEN, RAY ILLYA FRASER
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@Bigbeast72411
A$AP is always killing it in every song he's in.
@georgealves3461
nao deixe o hip hop morrer
@chancechapman5038
This song forever gunna go hard 🔥🔥
@TheTriangleOffense47
You could tell A$AP was ahead of everyone else on this track. From his verse, to his part in the video, to the models, and the clothes. Rocky really changed shit up if we're being honest. Everyone else was playing catch up.
@jonathandegante7960
he was hungry
@Lowkey.has.a.headache
thats hella tru
@jaysorto1817
+Jonathan Degante that's a facts he was but he still not ahead of lil Wayne and Joe not even french they been had bread b4 he got here
@jonathandegante7960
Jay Sorto that dont even matter lol he already rich
@Kamal9Deuce
Props
@gd213213
i never get tired of asap's flow