Make Me Say "Ay Yi Yi" - Problem, Bad Lucc

I don’t know why but these bad bitches make me sad

Ay Yi Yi Ay Yi Yi Ay Yi Yi Ay Yi Yi

I don’t know why makin' this money makes me sad

Ay Yi Yi Ay Yi Yi Ay Yi Yi Ay Yi Yi

I don’t know why ridin' with my niggas make niggas hate

Let’s celebrate follow my gram, lemme navigate

Feels good to have my jams rockin', shoo

Without neva degradin' this Compton shit

This Diamond Lane shit, I ain’t nun' without the squad

Get religious for a second, I ain’t nothin' without my God

Where the sky point-up, if you adjoined or a joiner

Our blood run back through whateva you do

No niggas gon' hate you fo' whateva you do

And that’s cool with me

I put that on the game, it’s on my jewelry