Yeat, Yeat, Yeat (Come on) Man, this nigga on another world right now They said, ah, niggas was gettin' tazed Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, real twizzy shit Real twizzy shit right here you guys don't know 'bout that
Jump out at the show, uh, jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the dro Had to change my diamonds, yeah they smackin' head to toe Shh, 'bout what you sayin', just shut up, let me go Ridin' in that big, that lil' Tonka Truck Ridin' 'round with these bust down watches on me I got my blicky tucked Head, number one up on these charts, bih', yeah it's stuck or what? A-a-all we do is just go number one And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch it's the first of the month Ridin' 'round, I'm in a Cayenne lil' bitch, I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun I went in and painted the Benz I'm switchin' shit up, I wanted it done by the Don Hold on, my fans, my family, my cousin my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money I don't give a fuck what you sayin' I don't listen to it, I don't want to hear about nothin' In the whip, got two, yeah, Rolls Royce truck yeah, what the Cullinan bought I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top it's the top of the month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again 'bout to triple the sum
How you gon' talk to a rat? How you gon' talk to the feds? How you gon' talk to the shmeds? How you gon' talk to the lead? I don't give a fuck what you sayin', mm You already heard what I said, mm Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah I got big boy bread And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah I put the bitch on 10s, mm You don't even make no money and that don't make no sense I destroyed the coupe, I'm bouta jump out again
Jump out at the show, uh, jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the dro Had to change my diamonds, yeah they smackin' head to toe Shh, 'bout what you sayin', just shut up, let me go Ridin' in that big, that lil' Tonka Truck Ridin' 'round with these bust down watches on me I got my blicky tucked Head, number one up on these charts, bih' yeah, it's stuck or what? A-a-all we do is just go number one And I just brought in some M's lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Ridin' 'round, I'm in a Cayenne lil' bitch, I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun I went in and painted the Benz I'm switchin' shit up, I wanted it done by the Don Hold on, my fans, my family, my cousin my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money I don't give a fuck what you sayin' I don't listen to it, I don't want to hear about nothin' In the whip, got two, yeah, Rolls Royce truck yeah, what the Cullinan bought I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top it's the top of the month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again 'bout to triple the sum
How you gon' talk to a rat? How you gon' talk to the feds? How you gon' talk to the shmeds? How you gon' talk to the lead? I don't give a fuck what you sayin', mm You already heard what I said, mm Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me yeah, I got big boy bread And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe yeah, I put the bitch on 10s, mm You don't even make no money and that don't make no sense I destroyed the coupe, I'm bouta jump out again
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Compositores: Benjamin Saint Fort (Bnyx), Noah Olivier Smith (Yeat) ECAD: Obra #36601965
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