Lyfe Album Lyrics by Yeat

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Flawless

[Sharedatbitchlikeapizza & Nolovejroc]
Yeah
Out here thuggin', my boy
How many money chains you made, jit?
Shit, sixty-five, you heard me?
Hold on, what your money on your shoes for?
That mean I walk to the money
Damn
You know what I'm sayin'?
Money on my watch, that mean time is money
Money on my phone, that mean I talk to the money (Yeah)
Money on my chain, that mean the money hang with me (Oh, really?)
Money on my hat, that mean money on my mind
Money on my Kool-Aid, that mean my money sweet
Oh, yeah, G, what the-what is on your, uh, shades for?
Shades, that mean I see the money, you heard me?
Out here thuggin', you feel me? Just chillin'
Sixty-five money chains on my neck, oh, yeah
Out here thuggin,' you know what I'm saying? Chillin'
Sharedatbitchlikeapizza, you heard me?
(BNYX)

[Yeat]
You don't exist
Take a Perc' in the Tonka, that's it
Money swollen like cyst, huh
They done put faith in the kid, huh
Got a Bentley Mulsanne in my hangar
The big body peel off the road, watch it spin (Woo)
I'm the one, got a million dollars
I doubled that shit, then I tripled again

[Yeat]
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)

[Lil Uzi Vert]
Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Buffy the Vampire Slayer with these Cartiers (Cartier)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Even though she is in love, I am still heartless, yeah (Heartless, yeah)
Mixed up the party pack, popped like a molly
I was that fresh young nigga rockin' Marni
Young nigga, yeah, I'm raw like Maaly (Ha, ha, Maaly)
Yeah, I'm so raw, I don't even use a condom (I don't use a what?), I'm sorry
When I play golf, only time for a par
Audemar watch cost me a new car (Hah)
Marry my bitch and I treat her like Marge
Shuzoes my sneaker and I still take the Parras
Yeah, shoutout my twizzy
This Percocet right here, this shit got me dizzy
When life give you lemons, then crush that, it's Simply
Niggas, they rats, they like mice, they like Minnie and Mickey
Rock Balenciaga on Dickie
I got two stupid ass Glocks and it came with the switch
And I named they ass Ren and Lil' Stimpy
I was the one that was handlin' business
I was just mixin' the Perky with Bennie
I was the one that was pushin' the limit (I was the one)
Run up the numbers like it was a scrimmage
Ran up the bands on you broke-ass niggas
Ran up them ba-a-ands (Where yo' bands?)
I got them racks all in my own pants
You niggas fa-a-ans (F*ck yo' fans)

[Yeat]
You don't exist
Take a Perc' in the Tonka, that's it
Money swollen like cyst, huh
They done put faith in the kid, huh
Got a Bentley Mulsanne in my hangar
The big body peel off the road, watch it spin (Woo)
I'm the one, got a million dollars (Woo)
I doubled that shit, then I tripled again

[Yeat]
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)

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Up off X

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Sittin' outside just to spill on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Boy, you not rich, not rich like this
Five hundred K on my shoes like this
Two million in cash, leave a bitch like this
(Bitch, like what? Bitch, like what?)
Got two twin Glocks on my side like this (huh)
Got a big AR, this'll turn you to piss, ha (bet, bang)
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Still eyes, ah, 'cause I'm still on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X (yeah, yeah)
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy

Bitch, I'm makin' a hit every time
Bitch, I'm makin' a hit every time
Got 'em sick like flu, like swine
And the drink to me like wine (skrrt)
Rippin' the car by the side, yeah
Boot up on X all night, yeah
Livin' however I like, yeah
I'm livin' this shit in my life, yeah
We makin' a movie like Spike, yeah
She pull up, she ridin' my bike, yeah
Or boot up, I can't decide, yeah
With the Perky, they crushin' my life, yeah
He ain't never have no bread like this
Like this, like this, like this, like this
I just pulled up in a muhf*ckin' Bentley (skrrt)
I just pulled out the side lil' bitch
I can't be trustin' nobody, lil' bitch
Lil' bitch, don't come to my town, lil' kid (yeah)
Yeah, I been makin' them M's, you ain't touching my profits, bitch (yeah)
Uh, I'm pullin' it back, now I'm gone from bitch (yeah)
Yeah, she gon' suck it up, she gon' gulp them kids
Yeah, and I'm booted up, yeah, just like this
Yeah, just got word from Thug, 'bout to crank that bitch
Yeah, swervin' it daily, muhf*ckin' crank that bitch
Ridin' in muhf*ckin' Maybach, turn it around and muhf*ckin' lit this bitch
I made that shit happen, I made it from nothin' and muhf*ckas hate that shit
And I know that you broke as a bitch, if you got enough time to be hatin' on shit
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no followers, I don't give a f*ck 'bout none of this shit
Yeah, f*ck all the internet, f*ck all the politics, yeah, they could suck my dick
You heard what I said, you heard what I said
Better run it back
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sittin' outside just to spill on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Boy, you not rich, not rich like this
Five hundred K on my shoes like this
Two million in cash, leave a bitch like this
(Bitch, like what? Bitch, like what?)
Got two twin Glocks on my side like this (huh)
Got a big AR, this'll turn you to piss, ha (bet, bang)
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Still eyes, ah, 'cause I'm still on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X (yeah, yeah)
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sittin' outside just to spill on X (yeah, huh, yeah)
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Boy, you not rich, not rich like this (hold up, yeah)

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Out the way

(Pull up lil' bitch like)
Pull up lil' bitch like, yeah, yeah
I bought a Urus today, uh-uh, paint it all yellow, look like bird
Inside big body, two times two, my money, bitch, all I got, yeah
I made money my thot, thot, thot, 'bout to fold that money all up (BNYX)
Yeah, I'm swervin' it daily
Yeah, I'm causin' a madness
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' the baddest, uh
Yeah, I bought me the Crowdless
I bought me the gems
Yeah, I never need practice
My money gon' double or triple
Yeah, your money subtractin'

Yeah, peeled off on the jakes, peeled off on the cops, peeled off on a swerve
Yeah, I ain't even f*ckin' with nobody, bitch, got a crib in the 'burbs
Yeah, this shit could've gotten so bad, this shit could've gotten the worse
Yeah, free YSL out the chain, gang, big f*ck 12, they birds (brr)
I ran up my money the most, I'm richer than all of them nerds (yeah)
Yeah, I'm flexin' a big bankroll, these knots in my pockets, it hurt (big bankroll)
I had to change up the Tonka, this bitch, it kept ripping the curb 'til it burn
Twenty-four seven I steady be poppin' these pillies, these muhf*ckin' Percs
I think I'm Osama, lil' bitch, yeah, the way that I blew up and left on the Earth (bang)
I hope that you don't think you could just rock with gang, you can't come over here (no way)
You can try pullin' up on us lil' bitch, you get hit with a muhf*ckin' AR
I don't even be postin' no pics on the Instagram, bitch, I just muhf*ckin' stay out
Bitch, if you do it like me, if you do it like us, you gon' get a big payout
You to be stuck in the mix with a couple of blicks, but it's always a way out (hey, hey)
Swervin' the muhf*ckin' jakes on the side, them muhf*ckers told me to stop (hey, hey)
Don't even be understanding all this shit in the mix, better move a good lay out (BNYX)
Loud, loud
I used to be shippin' the pound (hey, hey)
I bought the muhf*ckin' crib, lil' bitch, yeah, look at me now (hey, hey)
Yeah, look at these muhf*ckin' diamonds, listen the way that they sound (hey, hey)
Yeah, new watch every day of the week, lil' Rollie bitch, with the AP (hey, hey, hey, hey)

(Pull up lil' bitch like)
Pull up lil' bitch like, yeah, yeah
I bought a Urus today, uh-uh, paint it all yellow, look like bird
Inside big body, two times two, my money, bitch, all I got, yeah
I made money my thot, thot, thot, 'bout to fold that money all up (BNYX)
Yeah, I'm swervin' it daily
Yeah, I'm causin' a madness
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' the baddest, uh
Yeah, I bought me the Crowdless
I bought me the gems
Yeah, I never need practice
My money gon' double or triple
Yeah, your money subtractin'

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Wat it feel lyke

(I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)

Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc, you 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I went and flood my red light, I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth
Heard you want back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, huh
Some money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the back off lead
I can't even f*ck with the same
they're a motherf*ckin' rat, they're a motherf*ckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a f*ck what they say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read

I don't give a shit what you sayin', you a goddamn rat (ayy)
Yeah, I like the coupe with the blade and the Benz all black (ayy)
Yeah, I got a blick with the teeth and it bite down back (ayy)
(Yeah, that's right that coupe with the Benz all black, yeah-yeah)

Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc, you 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I went and flood my red light, I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth
Heard you want back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, huh
Some money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the back off lead
I can't even f*ck with the same
they're a motherf*ckin' rat, they're a motherf*ckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a f*ck what they say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read

You a goddamn rat, ayy
And the Benz all black, ayy
Bite down back, ayy
Yeah, that's right that coupe with the Benz all black, yeah

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Got it all

I'm in Paris, I'm in Paris, 'til they get it, uh
I got bands, sittin' on bands, told 'em, "Let's get it," uh
my money tall, your money small, your money midget, uh
I had a Tonka before I had a Urus, lil' bitch had to flip that ball
F*ck what they said about me, they don't know nothin', they know nothin', bitch
I'm in Atlanta, I'm pushin' two hundred million on billions, bitch
They said they forgot about us, but we ran it up, we touchin' money, bitch (ayy)
They said we ran it up, we touchin' millions (ayy) but we touchin' billions, bitch (shh, shh)
I don't know nothin', I don't know nobody, I'm on nothin', bitch
I'm on the boot-up, the cranky, the yanky, the Xan' the boot-up, lil' bitch
I heard the kids tryna stop me, yeah, I touched two mill', lil' bitch
I heard they tried to call God, bitch, I work with the Devil, kid

I make 'em fit on my schedule
Bitch, I do work with the Devil, huh
Bitch, I do work with the Devil, huh
I put the pack on the metal, huh
I put this bitch on the bezel, huh
I put these diamonds on diamonds on pointers on pointers
they're not on no metal

No, I don't fit in the middle
I already went to the top, they're playin' my shit like a fiddle
huh, yeah, ayy, ayy-yeah, I'm raisin' bands, don't stop
I got a brand new drop (drop), and watch how y'all just flop, yeah
I ride in the Aventi', and I'm rockin' Balenci'
I'm rockin' that Marni, baby, and I'm rockin' that Ricky
How you tryna get stuck up, lil' bitch? This shit could get cheeky
you tryna go run up the kid, heard you tryna be blicky
I don't give a f*ck 'bout this shit, I don't f*ck 'bout a fifty
I bought a crib in the Hills, I done got rich
I give a f*ck 'bout the feelings, lil' bitch, you suckin' the blick'
Ran up the sticks, ran up a muhf*ckin' blitz, uh
They barely hear what I'm sayin' but I gotta tell you to get to that bread
I bought a Rollie that don't talk and I bought a AP to match me the face
Woah, heard you wanna pull up in Wraiths
I got a muhf*ckin' Urus, I'm bootin' up in outer space

I'm in Paris, I'm in Paris, 'til they get it, uh
I got bands, sittin' on bands, told 'em, "Let's get it," uh
my money tall, your money small, your money midget, uh
I had a Tonka before I had a Urus, lil' bitch had to flip that ball
F*ck what they said about me, they don't know nothin', they know nothin', bitch
I'm in Atlanta, I'm pushin' two hundred million on billions, bitch
They said they forgot about us, but we ran it up, we touchin' money, bitch (ayy)
They said we ran it up, we touchin' millions (ayy) but we touchin' billions, bitch (shh, shh)
I don't know nothin', I don't know nobody, I'm on nothin', bitch
I'm on the boot-up, the cranky, the yanky, the Xan' the boot-up, lil' bitch
I heard the kids tryna stop me, yeah, I touched two mill', lil' bitch
I heard they tried to call God, bitch, I work with the Devil, kid

I make 'em fit on my schedule
Bitch, I do work with the Devil, huh
Bitch, I do work with the Devil, huh
I put the pack on the metal, huh
I put this bitch on the bezel, huh
I put these diamonds on diamonds on pointers on pointers
they're not on no metal

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Can't stop it

(BNYX)

Bag after bag after bag, I can't stop
Yerc after Perc' after Yerc, I can't stop
Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly
On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire
Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that bitch and we fired
Walk on the muhf*ckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up, baby, the air make me fly
Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my side, they gon' copy the guy
I would go get me more money, more money, more money, more money, oh, damn

I bought a crib in the sky (yeah, whoa)
Twenty-four seven, this bitch 'bout to die (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Suckin' and lickin', more junky', more bankin'
I run up this bitch with the big ol' tanky
The big body whip, 'bout to pull out, yeah
'bout to sewrve on the side, 'bout to pull up and crank it
I'm gonna pull up the tank
I got the big ol' whips, got the big ol' Glocks
Got the big ol' stick with a binkie
You gon' get whacked, you gon' get whacked like a spanking
I been swervin' on this Earth
Diamonds in my pinkie, yeah, the diamonds on my hair
Don't know why I did this shit, just heard it, then I do it
I don't like all that talkin' back and forth, just keep it murmur
Bye-bye, huh, f*ckin' swerve
Yeah, I learned my lesson, for these jakes, I see they shwerms
Thought you was gon' get eat up like a fish get eaten by worm
R-I-P to the Dub man, they gon' try to get that on serve

Bag after bag after bag, I can't stop
Yerc after Perc' after Yerc, I can't stop
Hopped inside the Cayenne, boot it up and then I fly
On the phone with my demon, we build it up and then retire
Toxic, toxic, yeah, came in that bitch and we fired
Walk on the muhf*ckin' ceiling, I'm bootin' up, baby, the air make me fly
Yeah, they gon' copy my trend, they gon' copy my side, they gon' copy the guy
I would go get me more money, more money, more money, more money, oh, damn

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Krank

(Mingo)
Woo, woo (woo, woo)
Woo (yeah)

I just pulled up in a tank
(Yeah, I just pulled up in a tank)
I been geekin' like crank
(Yeah, I'm geeked like crank)
Man, this crank got insane ('sane)
Yeah, ten cranks in the brain (ten crank in the brain)
Bitch, I don't know when I'ma land
Yeah, I just pulled up on a plane (just pulled up on a plane)
I just pulled up out a jet (yeah)
But y'all think I went insane (y'all think I went insane insane)
Rolls Royce in the rain
We got guns, no range
Constantly taking these Percs'
Man, these shit just be f*ckin' my brain
It's not lie, who be realer than this?
It's not lie, who gon' take it, this shit?
Man, y'all look like y'all taking a shit
I don't worry, get money, that's it
Man, my money do double, it flipped
I used to be shakin' the zips (yeah)
My money gon' blow me a kiss, like
Might pour me a three of some Tris
How the hell you gon' make you some money?
And you don't be takin' no risks (okay)
Man, y'all just be crying 'bout anything and everything
And y'all look at my wrist

The AP and Rollie my wrist, lil' bitch
You know that I'm keepin' my blick, lil' bitch
I'm f*ckin' on top of the mil'
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' the bitch from the Six, uh
They already know how I am lil' bitch
Yeah, I'm man of the year
Hm, I went and bought me the Urus lil' bitch
You don't know how to steer
Look at my face, yeah, you don't see no fear
I already touched like fifteen mil' this year
Do I look like I care? (Phew, phew)
I only go up like a stair
Huh, suck on the bottom of my balls, said
"Bitch, do it look like I care?"
Always knew I was gon' win, yeah
Bitch, do it look like I care?
Yeah, I'm on the side of the street
Lil' bitch, I don't give no f*cks if it's fair
Big Rolls Royce, parked out outside
Bitch, you don't know I was there
I had to sacrifice everything
You don't know life not fair?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)

I just pulled up in a tank
(Yeah, I just pulled up in a tank)
I been geekin' like crank
(Yeah, I'm geeked like crank)
Man, this crank got insane ('sane)
Yeah, ten cranks, get the brain (ten crank in the brain)
Bitch, I don't know when I'ma land
Yeah, I just pulled up on a plane (just pulled up on a plane)
I just pulled up out a jet (yeah)
But y'all think I went insane (y'all think I went insane insane)
Rolls Royce in the rain
We got guns, no range
Constantly taking these Percs'
Man, these shit just be f*ckin' my brain
It's not lie, who be realer than this?
It's not lie, who gon' take it, this shit?
Man, y'all look like y'all taking a shit
I don't worry, get money, that's it
Man, my money do double, it flipped
I used to be shakin' the zips (yeah)
My money gon' blow me a kiss, like
Might pour me a three of some Tris
How the hell you gon' make you some money?
And you don't be takin' no risks (okay)
Man, y'all just be crying 'bout anything and everything
And y'all look at my wrist

The AP and Rollie my wrist, lil' bitch
You know that I'm keepin' my blick, lil' bitch
I'm f*ckin' on top of the mil'
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' the bitch overseas
They already know how I am lil' bitch
Yeah, I'm man of the year
Hm, I went and bought me the Urus lil' bitch
You don't know how to steer

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Talk

Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat (come on, man)
Man, one of the biggest artists in the world right now
We seen it all 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, twizz shit right here
Real twizzy shit (real twizzy shit right here)
You gotta know 'bout it (you know I mean?)

Jump out at the show, uh (I'm working on dying)
Jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah
Had to change the joke (hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
Potty trained my diamonds, yeah
They smackin' head to toe (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
"Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go (hey, hey, hey)

Huh, riding in that, big lil' ass Tonka truck
Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
Headin' number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what?
A-A-All we do is just go number one (hey, hey, hey)
And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month
Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch
I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the Don
All of my fans is my family, my cult
My brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (hey, hey, hey)
I don't give a f*ck what you sayin'
I don't listen to it, I don't wanna hear 'bout none
In the whip, got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck
Yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top
It's that time of the month
I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again
'Bout to triple the sum (hey, hey, hey)

How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo)
How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon' talk to the lead (huh?)
I don't give a f*ck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said (woo)
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes'
You ain't even made no money, yeah, you don't make no sense
I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again

Jump out at the show, uh (I'm working on dying)
Jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah
Had to change the joke (hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
Potty trained my diamonds, yeah
They smackin' head to toe (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
"Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go (hey, hey, hey)

Huh, riding in that, big lil' ass Tonka truck
Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
Headin' number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what?
A-A-All we do is just go number one (hey, hey, hey)
And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month
Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch
I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the Benz, I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the Don
All of my fans is my family, my cult
My brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money (hey, hey, hey)
I don't give a f*ck what you sayin'
I don't listen to it, I don't wanna hear 'bout none
In the whip, got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck
Yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top
It's that time of the month
I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again
'Bout to triple the sum (hey, hey, hey)

How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo)
How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon' talk to the lead (huh?)
I don't give a f*ck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said (woo)
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don't give a f*ck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes'
You ain't even made no money, yeah, you don't make no sense
I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again

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Come on

(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhf*ckin' slatt, ha (slatt)
I'm f*cking that twat, I'm f*ckin' her hips, ha
Twenty four-seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' bracelet, they on my head
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' coupe, she give me neck
Motherf*ckin' chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for they neck

You don't be inside of the Urus, I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money, I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no f*cks about none of this clout, bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha
Yeah, I'ma flex, flex, flex on they neck, neck, neck, bitch, I'm flexing a bag, ho
Yeah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet, bitch, and she look bad, ho
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip, yeah, I get a lot of cash, ho
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip, 'bout to flip that Tahoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit, yeah, muhf*ckin' die, ho

Yeah, flip, flip, slatt
Lot of cash, big bag
In a Tonka, Mr. Bad
Big body, big bag
I could say that I'm bad (huh)
The Devil my twin, ha (huh)
They don't know that, ha (huh)
I'm always gon' win, ha (huh)
Ran this back for the deal, muhf*ckin' squeal, grabbing the wheel, uh
The Devil gon' call up my phone, lil' bitch, you know when it's real, uh (you know when it's real)
I sit in the circle, I'm walking around, I'm knowing the drill
Yeah, the Devil be calling my phone like every damn day, man, the Percies is real (Percies is real)
Pull up, it's late at night, man, I'm knowing the drill, man, I'm knowing the drill
All of this shit get hectic, shit get bad, man, you knowin' the feel
The henchman, my Twizz and my snake, they be in the field (buh, buh, buh)
A blessing, living this life out here, it's so real
I'm poppin' the muhf*ckin' Percs again, I barely could feel
Yeah, I'm taking this shit all the way from the back, I'm knowing the feel
Yeah, I almost died to pour that shit, to pour that real
Yeah, I'm in the muhf*ckin' broad Bentley, you don't know how it feel
Yeah, I'm in the muhf*ckin' big ol' Tonka, swerving them wheels
Yeah, f*ck that big ol', lil' ol' bitch, yeah, f*ck that feel
Yeah, I bought the mansion inside the Hills, I'm living the film
Yeah, yeah, they want a best dressed junkie, yeah, on some pills

(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhf*ckin' slatt, ha (slatt)
I'm f*cking that twat, I'm f*ckin' her hips, ha
Twenty four-seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherf*ckin' bracelet, they on my head
Ridin' in that motherf*ckin' coupe, she give me neck
Motherf*ckin' chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for they neck

You don't be inside of the Urus, I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money, I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no f*cks about none of this clout, bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha
Yeah, I'ma flex, flex, flex on they neck, neck, neck, bitch, I'm flexing a bag, ho
Yeah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet, bitch, and she look bad, ho
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip, yeah, I get a lot of cash, ho
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip, 'bout to flip that Tahoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit, yeah, muhf*ckin' die, ho

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (yeah, yeah)

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System

I ain't thinkin' that I ain't gon' feel it, yeah (feel it)
All these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by the pistol, yeah (hey)
Me and twin really did it, 'bout to bust it, yeah
I ain't never give a f*ck 'bout a bitch
In a big body sittin' outside
We gon' catch y'all lackin', we lurkin' at night (yeah)
Just poured up D'USSE the Wock' (yeah)
With a 180 Wraith at the front of my Sprite (yeah)
All of my diamonds, they shinin' (yeah)
Got new chains from Eliantte, come inside (yeah)
Every time I pull up on her
She suckin' my dick like this shit was a prize (yeah)

And I just pulled up inside of the big body Tonka
Lil' bitch, you best know that I'm whippin' the curve
Lil' kid said that 'bout to pull up and shoot some shit
Yeah, he got some nerve
I'm 'bout to gon' get me the Glock with the switch
With the dick, with the big old clip on the burn
I don't be f*ckin' with nobody, bitch
You can shut the f*ck up and get f*cked out this world
I'm rockin' these diamonds, these bitches
They sit on my body but I'ma rock Chanelly pearl
I'm goin' straight to the top (top)
I got a big ol' Glock with a switch, you gon' get you a mop
I got a big AR with a laser, bitch, it's gon' stretch your top
I don't even give no f*ck what you sayin'
Lil bitch, I'm high as a monk (yeah, I'm high)
I got a big ol' crib (yeah), sittin' inside the of the 'burbs
Lil' kid talkin' that shit (yeah), now he can't say no words
I'm on big boy lick, I just pulled up in a Urus

(Feel it)
Yeah, all these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by the pistol, yeah (hey)
Me and twin really did it, 'bout to bust it, yeah
I ain't never give a f*ck 'bout a bitch
In a big body sittin' outside
We gon' catch y'all lackin', we lurkin' at night (yeah)
Just poured up D'USSE the Wock' (yeah)
With a 180 Wraith at the front of my Sprite (yeah)
All of my diamonds, they shinin' (yeah)
Got new chains from Eliantte, come inside (yeah)
Every time I pull up on her
She suckin' my dick like this shit was a prize (yeah)

Been in the coupe, Bruce Wayne (yeah)
I got this big ol' chain
They can't be f*ckin' with my slang (swoop)
They can't even f*ck with the gang (gang)
You a L, you lame (yeah)
I just pulled up on them for the frame (yeah)
In the Bentley, I got a Mulsanne (yeah)
Me and you, we are not one the same (bitch)
Molly, Percocets, it go insane (gang)
Made the money go up, made the money go down
Make that shit disappear if you lame (gang)
Peel off in that big body Tonka, lil' bitch
You best know that I'm whippin' the brain (gang)
Ain't never f*ck with nobody at all
Lil' bitch, I just rock with the gang (gang)
Ain't ever switch on my bro or my twizzy
Lil' bitch, I am stayin' the same

(Feel it)
Yeah, all these drugs hit right in my system (hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the matte black by the pistol, yeah (hey)
Me and twin really did it, 'bout to bust it, yeah
I ain't never give a f*ck 'bout a bitch
In a big body sittin' outside
We gon' catch y'all lackin', we lurkin' at night (yeah)
Just poured up D'USSE the Wock' (yeah)
With a 180 Wraith at the front of my Sprite (yeah)
All of my diamonds, they shinin' (yeah)
Got new chains from Eliantte, come inside (yeah)
Every time I pull up on her
She suckin' my dick like this shit was a prize

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Holy 1

(Yo, Luca, where you at?)

I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah
Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body
Holy f*ck, ridin' round in that Urus
You look broke as f*ck, broke as f*ck
I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks

I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah
I just pulled up in that f*ckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up
Yeah, Rollie f*ck, in the Bentley truck
Uh, ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (come)
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns
Uh, yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch
You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
You ain't f*ckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
You ain't f*ckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin'

Birkin bag, holdin' weight
We some Gods, holy ones
Hold your field, hold your guts
Neon guts, triple guts (skrrt)
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his bitch-ass up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
Uh, I just been takin' like smacks, I been smoked that-, bitch
All they shit is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'ma one eye
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
Bitch, I'm paranoid as f*ck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
Yeah, I ain't gotta explain to no one, bitch, I pull up and smack (blick 'em)
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (that makes sense)

I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah
Yeah, I'ma just park that body, body
Holy f*ck, ridin' round in that Urus
You look broke as f*ck, broke as f*ck
I tote twenty-fifth, bitch, we stroll with Glocks

I just popped that boy, popped that bird, yeah
I just pulled up in that f*ckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to perish up
Yeah, Rollie f*ck, in the Bentley truck
Uh, ridin' 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (come)
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns
Uh, yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch
You can come back every day, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
You ain't f*ckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
You ain't f*ckin' with the cost, you been penny pinchin' (you broke as-)

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Killin em

(I'm working on dying)
(Bnyx) I got, I got

Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Amphetamine killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and a muhf*cker spendin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhf*ckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff

Yeah, I got some brothers who movin' that chicken, yeah
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings, touching the ceiling
Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly
I touched me a muhf*ckin' milli', yeah
I'm swervin', this diamond, the jewelry
I'm on the side with the gremlin, gremlin
Pull up and f*ck my system, the mayhem
Them drugs is killin' 'em, drugs is killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, killin 'em
I'm takin' the Perc' with Amoxicillin
Hit the ceiling lil' bitch, and I'm feelin' 'em
No, you can't rock with the mob, can't rock with the gang
Lil' bitch we not feeling ya (uh-uh)
All this shit feeling familiar
Got the game in the lock and I'm killin' 'em
I touch a mil' every first of the month, that's why my pockets not big enough
Ride 'round the city inside of the Tonka, yeah, but this shit still not big enough
Come every time back from my break, yeah, and I'm all on the charts
When I geek up, lil' bitch, I go to the sky, bitch, I live on the stars
F*ck what you sayin', lil' bitch, you is not one of us, you is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this shit up, but I'm back on the charts (yeah)
Head number one for the month, yeah, stay number one for the year (yeah)
Yeah, I turn up the muhf*ckin' metal, yeah, I'm crankin' them gears (lil' crank)
Yeah, I pull up to London with shanks on me, bitch, I'm stabbin' the Urus (yeah, the shank)
F*ck what you sayin' lil' bitch
I'ma do all this shit, bitch, I do it for years (I got, I got)

Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round blicks
Got hunnid round blicks, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Amphetamine killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and a muhf*cker spendin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhf*ckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff

I got some brothers who movin' that chicken
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings, touching the ceiling
Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly