YAYA (SheMix) Lyrics by Compton Av, Steelz, Blueface & Lola Brooke
Ayy, it’s your boy Compton Av and you are now tuned into Yaya Radio
Let’s take some calls from the request line
Caller number one
Ayy, what’s good, my ***
Ayy, ayy, it’s no cursin’ on the radio, bro
Aw, ***, my bad, but look
I wanted to hear that remix that’s goin’ viral by the ladies on TikTok
Alright, it’s good, bro, I got you
Welcome to Yaya World (SheMix)
Ayy, and we be like
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Thick lil’ *** and she got some good yaya
Broke-ass niggas ain’t gettin’ no yaya
Just hit an opp, now we smokin’ on yaya (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s get it)
Thick lil’ *** and she got some good yaya
Broke-ass niggas ain’t gettin’ no yaya
Just hit an opp, now we smokin’ on yaya
I’m a thick lil’ ***, plus a ten in the face
But I’ll still put a *** in her place (Ayy, what you say?)
The bigger the line, the bigger the hate, okay
From now on, call me Indi the Great (Let’s go)
You *** is late, I’m her and I been that *** (I been that ***)
You keep flashin’ all that money, ***, send that *** (Send that ***)
Spend that ***, turn me up and keep me in that new-new (Keep me in that new)
If he get this yaya, bet he go delulu (Bet he go delu’)
Got him goin’ cuckoo, yaya loose screw
Baddest *** he ever had, ain’t nothin’ that he used to (They could never)
Listen, ***, you don’t like me, I don’t like you more
Okay, ***, you wanna fight? I wanna fight you more
Crazy lil’ baby, yeah, I’m on that (Ooh)
You ain’t welcome here, ho, leave it at the doormat (Old dusty-ass ***)
Run up a bag, got a *** on his last lap
This *** got him havin’ flashbacks, I got some good yaya
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s get it)
Thick lil’ *** and she got some good yaya
Broke-ass niggas ain’t gettin’ no yaya (You callin’ the baddest baddie, let’s go)
Just hit an opp, now we smokin’ on—
I’m a rich ***, but I’m still with the rah-rah
If you ain’t talkin’ money, baby, all I hear is blah-blah (Blah-blah)
Designer attire, Gucci, Louis, Prada
One phone call, the baddies slide like a cha-cha
Uh, yeah, mi amor
If you love me, you’ll put me in Dior
I’m a baddie from the Bay, reppin’ Cali every day (Bay Area)
Classy, but I’m savage, livin’ lavish, ***, I’m paid
Better get your head right, me, I live the best life
Jet life, countin’ blues to my next flight
I got my bread right, you know my pockets chunky
If I fall off, I’ma land on some money (Ah)
I’m on a different pay scale, I don’t take L’s
I been through the gossip, the slander, and hate mail
I’ll leave a *** face swelled, you know I’m with the drama
A *** spend every dollar for this yaya
This *** do tricks like voila, tada
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Let’s get it)
Thick lil’ *** and she got some good yaya
Broke-ass niggas ain’t gettin’ no yaya
Just hit an opp, now we smokin’ on— (Uh, uh, uh)
Came through lookin’ like candy, piñatas (Uh)
Jolly Rancher on the jewelry, bussin’ māthās (Uh)
BK ***, body smokin’ like zaza (Yeah)
Rollin’ through Compton, Av with that yaya
I thought they knew better than to play with a ***
You know your man need a loan the way his thirst need a quench (Uh)
In the BP wearin’ Ferragus, you can smell through the vents (Haha)
I’m from the concrete jungle where the pellets is bricks (Grrt, grrt)
I tell a *** like this, homie, lay down or stay down
‘Cause I ain’t never played with it, not even on the playground (Never)
A first-class flight for the yaya on the way down (Uh)
I send a *** up for the yaya and the PayPal
Yeah (Grrt)
Got ’em goin’ dumb and they lookin’ for that (Yaya)
Goin’ ‘upid and they lookin’ for that (Yaya)
You’ll get boomed if I’m carryin’ that—
Ayy, caller number two
Ayy, the ladies went yaya
But, ***, I heard that *** that Blueface leaked online
You mind playin’ that for me, bro?
***, no cursin’ on the station, but, yeah, aight
Still ***’ on Jaidyn (Yeah), still ***’ on Stunna (Yeah), still ***’ on Neveah (Aight)
Hate the game, not the player, I don’t give a *** ’bout fair (Here)
Here, take this lil’ money, ***, go do your hair (Bop)
Before I come over there, ***, who all over there?
You see me squabble up, don’t grab me, grab the polar bear (Yeah)
We hit him with yaya and now he talkin’ ’bout uh-uh (Aight)
I’m one hit away from your *** callin’ me papa
Drop top in the drop-top, I only came for the māthā (Bop)
Your lip gloss is poppin’, baby, hi, lil’ mama (Mama)
Better do your big one if you want the top spot
All I got is *** for a *** tryna ***-block
Dead homies, baby got some good yaya
Thick lil’ ***
