Yellowstone in the house
Dead in the house
Yellowstone in the house
Dead in the house
Yellowstone in the house
Dead in the house
Mob style
Know the radio ain't gonna light this hill
Everybody say
Hey, move to the floor
Cause you ain't getting gangster with it
Move to the door
Oh, you're moving it slow
Work with it, love mama
And move it to more
Hey, move to the floor
Cause you ain't getting gangster with it
Move to the door
Oh, you're moving it slow
Work with it, love mama
And move it to more
I said hey, when we came into place
Going so bright we turned midnight
To midday by the way
You know we got the new J's on
Body rocking like we just heard my two-way song
Hey, move to the floor

Twisted and blistered for two days long
Can't see * that I can hear him saying
Ooh, they gone
Ooh, they wrong for coming up in here like that
Hold up, stop, rewind, bring that * back
You act like you ain't buzzing a little
What you got in your * buzzing, buzzing a little
The way we pour candy, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Oh, the chain is too crummy and too crushy
As if I slap-dunked it in a frozen blue slushy
That's what she said, you must be
Known for spittin' flows and acting retarded
I said, hey, move to the floor
Cause you ain't getting gangster with it
Move to the door
Hey, move to the floor
Cause you ain't getting gangster with it
Move to the door
Move to the floor, yankin' gangsta with it Move to the door, oh, oh, you're movin' it slow
Work with it, love my man, movin' some more
Hey, move to the floor, yankin' gangsta with it Move to the door, oh, oh, you're movin' it slow
Work with it, love my man, movin' some more
I get gangsta with it, G.I.P. Pullin' every dime I see in VIP
Gangsta with it, G.I.P. Pullin' every dime I see in VIP
Gangsta with it, G.I.P. Pullin' every dime I see in VIP
Attitude, Ray LaLie with a J-Lo face Chess eyes and thighs with a J-Lo waist
Triple with a slow pace, I need it fast Hands attacks the ass, the other attacks the glass
Melvin' over there, Cristal and Quavo shots
Play them, play them
Play them, play them

Take the, take the to my body like Lego blocks
Cups, cuffs, colors and sizes like Lego blocks
So hot, so hot, who is that?
Cali on and it's cruel
Hollin', hollin', mama, mama, phone and phone and
The bar, bar perks, the yak and stuff to the back
It's drunk in the back, it's hosed by the bunch in the back
Club thugs, thugs and them gangsters
From the front to the back
Hey, mom, mom, be a, be a chuffer, chuffer
Hey, move to the floor, yankin' gangsta with it
Move to the floor, yankin' gangsta with it
Move to the door, ho, ho, you're movin' it slow
Work with it, love, mama, and move it some more
And say, hey, move to the floor, yankin' gangsta with it
Move to the door, ho, ho, you're movin' it slow
Work with it, love, mama, and move it some more
I hopped out the red six
For sure you can tell the way I prevailed
I'm by my breast six
Female, chacal, chicken head
And they all need my puss
Cause they heard we bleed brick
And they all need my puss
Splittin' up hoes, hittin' them licks
Servin' to the hoes, tryin' to get them a fix
But other than that, I'm really just a lovable cat
Cause your main bitch love it when I'm up in the cap
It's the fact I got more game than Coach K
It can clear the spot out like a can of Roach Spray
With the force of a Yellowstone, lyrical sorcerer
I spit the kind of flames that'll torture ya
Now say, hey, move to the floor
Yankin' gangsta with it
Move to the door, yankin' gangsta with it
Ho, ho, you're movin' it slow
Work with it, love my man
Move it to more and say
Hey, move to the floor
Yankin' gangsta with it
Move to the door
Ho, ho, you're movin' it slow
Work with it, love my man
Move it to more