I ain't never got the respect that I truly deserved
That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby)
FA do two hundred, I'm destined to swerve
All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds
So, when my brother got them birds, we stunted on theirs
They ain't f*ckin' then it's up, we punted them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we move in a herd
Ask God how I'm pullin' 'em Ms from rhymin' my words
How these bitches lose the spot, from irkin' my nerves
I don't wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor
I don't wanna be your man, you don't know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might've burnt myself twice chasin' dirty whores
I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S'more
Gave this bitch a thousand dollars, now, she want more
And I'm ruthless
I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris
I refuse to do a hit that, you ain't my bitch
I ain't buyin' you no watch, that ain't my wrist
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas
When nobody gave a f*ck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga
If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga?
If I get shot who had my wake standin' beside me, nigga?
Who finna take care of my moms and my sister
When they cryin' to my picture, and they the only ones who really miss me?
Everybody else gon' go on with they damn life
And my bitches probably go and be somebody wife
That's why my back against the wall, and I be thinkin' twice
'Cause would these niggas pay my bill if I couldn't keep on lights?
Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right
I think about my brother Black whylin' every night
The law be tryna haunt him down, give 'em every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
I'm really standin' on my toes, like you niggas fried
I ain't breakin' shit down ever, I'm gon' sit up high
Mmm
I ain't breakin' shit down, I'm gon' sit up high
From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly
Ooh
Michigan Boy Boat
Yeah, my final form, nigga
Let's get it
Slatt
Lil Yachty - Final Form Lyrics
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I ain't never got the respect that I truly deserved
That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby)
FA do two hundred, I'm destined to swerve
All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds
So, when my brother got them birds, we stunted on theirs
They ain't f*ckin' then it's up, we punted them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we move in a herd
Ask God how I'm pullin' 'em Ms from rhymin' my words
How these bitches lose the spot, from irkin' my nerves
I don't wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor
I don't wanna be your man, you don't know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might've burnt myself twice chasin' dirty whores
I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S'more
Gave this bitch a thousand dollars, now, she want more
And I'm ruthless
I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris
I refuse to do a hit that, you ain't my bitch
I ain't buyin' you no watch, that ain't my wrist
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas
When nobody gave a f*ck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga
If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga?
If I get shot who had my wake standin' beside me, nigga?
Who finna take care of my moms and my sister
When they cryin' to my picture, and they the only ones who really miss me?
Everybody else gon' go on with they damn life
And my bitches probably go and be somebody wife
That's why my back against the wall, and I be thinkin' twice
'Cause would these niggas pay my bill if I couldn't keep on lights?
Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right
I think about my brother Black whylin' every night
The law be tryna haunt him down, give 'em every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
I'm really standin' on my toes, like you niggas fried
I ain't breakin' shit down ever, I'm gon' sit up high
Mmm
I ain't breakin' shit down, I'm gon' sit up high
From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly
Ooh
Michigan Boy Boat
Yeah, my final form, nigga
Let's get it
Slatt
That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby)
FA do two hundred, I'm destined to swerve
All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds
So, when my brother got them birds, we stunted on theirs
They ain't f*ckin' then it's up, we punted them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we move in a herd
Ask God how I'm pullin' 'em Ms from rhymin' my words
How these bitches lose the spot, from irkin' my nerves
I don't wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor
I don't wanna be your man, you don't know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might've burnt myself twice chasin' dirty whores
I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S'more
Gave this bitch a thousand dollars, now, she want more
And I'm ruthless
I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris
I refuse to do a hit that, you ain't my bitch
I ain't buyin' you no watch, that ain't my wrist
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas
When nobody gave a f*ck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga
If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga?
If I get shot who had my wake standin' beside me, nigga?
Who finna take care of my moms and my sister
When they cryin' to my picture, and they the only ones who really miss me?
Everybody else gon' go on with they damn life
And my bitches probably go and be somebody wife
That's why my back against the wall, and I be thinkin' twice
'Cause would these niggas pay my bill if I couldn't keep on lights?
Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right
I think about my brother Black whylin' every night
The law be tryna haunt him down, give 'em every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
I'm really standin' on my toes, like you niggas fried
I ain't breakin' shit down ever, I'm gon' sit up high
Mmm
I ain't breakin' shit down, I'm gon' sit up high
From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly
Ooh
Michigan Boy Boat
Yeah, my final form, nigga
Let's get it
Slatt
Writer: Martin Rafael McCurtis, Miles Parks McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.