Ayy, yeah, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Woah, yeah, yeah ayy, woah, uh, ayy
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
(Woah, ayy) why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him (yeah, yeah)
No, I'm not savin' you
All of these niggas is bitches
I swear on my mama
I'll leave em with stitches
If they touch my riches
I might call up NAZ for that glizzy
These niggas tryna get in touch for a verse
But, lil nigga, I'm busy
Broke-ass nigga window-shoppin' like he 50
Lookin' for Lil Boat, he probably in the city
With a bad biddy that look like '90s Tina Fey
Teeth gold like a box of butter shea
One more year and we'll be livin' in LA
Me, NAZ, K, E
All my niggas been ridin' since day one
Run up on me, you gon' catch the chopper
Meet the gang
That's when you meet the Fockers
I'ma trunk, knock his wife, f*ck her
All these niggas hate Lil Boat
'cause they bitches love me
Back up off me, bitch, you lookin' ugly
Platinum teeth make me hit the Dougie
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
Jumped from the trenches
Ran it up on my lonely (All on my lonely)
They see that glow and now
They wanna be homies (We are not homies)
They claim they day-one but
These niggas so phony (These niggas phony)
They claim they day-one but these
Goofies don't know me, yeah, ayy
(Whoo, whoo) good gas from Texas (yeah)
They mad I'm flexin' (yeah)
My bitch Alexis (yeah)
She drive a Lexus, yeah
They cannot check this (yeah)
They cannot check this (yeah)
My niggas reckless (yeah)
They snatch your necklace, yeah
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
Lil Yachty - Saving You Lyrics
Lil Yachty - Saving You Lyrics
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Ayy, yeah, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Woah, yeah, yeah ayy, woah, uh, ayy
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
(Woah, ayy) why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him (yeah, yeah)
No, I'm not savin' you
All of these niggas is bitches
I swear on my mama
I'll leave em with stitches
If they touch my riches
I might call up NAZ for that glizzy
These niggas tryna get in touch for a verse
But, lil nigga, I'm busy
Broke-ass nigga window-shoppin' like he 50
Lookin' for Lil Boat, he probably in the city
With a bad biddy that look like '90s Tina Fey
Teeth gold like a box of butter shea
One more year and we'll be livin' in LA
Me, NAZ, K, E
All my niggas been ridin' since day one
Run up on me, you gon' catch the chopper
Meet the gang
That's when you meet the Fockers
I'ma trunk, knock his wife, f*ck her
All these niggas hate Lil Boat
'cause they bitches love me
Back up off me, bitch, you lookin' ugly
Platinum teeth make me hit the Dougie
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
Jumped from the trenches
Ran it up on my lonely (All on my lonely)
They see that glow and now
They wanna be homies (We are not homies)
They claim they day-one but
These niggas so phony (These niggas phony)
They claim they day-one but these
Goofies don't know me, yeah, ayy
(Whoo, whoo) good gas from Texas (yeah)
They mad I'm flexin' (yeah)
My bitch Alexis (yeah)
She drive a Lexus, yeah
They cannot check this (yeah)
They cannot check this (yeah)
My niggas reckless (yeah)
They snatch your necklace, yeah
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
Woah, yeah, yeah ayy, woah, uh, ayy
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
(Woah, ayy) why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him (yeah, yeah)
No, I'm not savin' you
All of these niggas is bitches
I swear on my mama
I'll leave em with stitches
If they touch my riches
I might call up NAZ for that glizzy
These niggas tryna get in touch for a verse
But, lil nigga, I'm busy
Broke-ass nigga window-shoppin' like he 50
Lookin' for Lil Boat, he probably in the city
With a bad biddy that look like '90s Tina Fey
Teeth gold like a box of butter shea
One more year and we'll be livin' in LA
Me, NAZ, K, E
All my niggas been ridin' since day one
Run up on me, you gon' catch the chopper
Meet the gang
That's when you meet the Fockers
I'ma trunk, knock his wife, f*ck her
All these niggas hate Lil Boat
'cause they bitches love me
Back up off me, bitch, you lookin' ugly
Platinum teeth make me hit the Dougie
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
Jumped from the trenches
Ran it up on my lonely (All on my lonely)
They see that glow and now
They wanna be homies (We are not homies)
They claim they day-one but
These niggas so phony (These niggas phony)
They claim they day-one but these
Goofies don't know me, yeah, ayy
(Whoo, whoo) good gas from Texas (yeah)
They mad I'm flexin' (yeah)
My bitch Alexis (yeah)
She drive a Lexus, yeah
They cannot check this (yeah)
They cannot check this (yeah)
My niggas reckless (yeah)
They snatch your necklace, yeah
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was f*ckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone
Boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
Writer: ARIEL SILVA, KEVIN PARKER II, MILES MCCOLLUM PARKS
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Performed By: Lil Yachty
Language: English
Written by: ARIEL SILVA, KEVIN PARKER II, MILES MCCOLLUM PARKS