Meh, Yeat lyrics

by

Yeat


(2sided goin' crazy) (ehh)
Woke up this lil' morning, my diamonds came in from Elliot
Pearls on that f*cking b*tch's neck, she so elegant (ehh)
Shop up at the f*ckin' mall so much, made me a resident
This Maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president
How I'm comin'? I'm just steppin', b*tch
I'm praying to my money everyday, that sh*t was a exorcist (Ex)
I can't stop spending money on some extra sh*t (No)
You can't stop all the cappin', Instagramin' sh*t
Who just told my b*tch I made some bread? I guess I'm vanishin' (Gone)
On some stupid sh*t, put 10K in that crash machine and doubled it
On some stupid sh*t, said, "I love you" to this b*tch, but I was high
On some stupid sh*t I thought that I was dead couldn't opеn my eyes
On some stupid sh*t this b*tch just told mе that she was down to ride
We on my vibes (Vibes)
What you gon' say if we get pulled over by them guys?
I just tested her
I tried that b*tch, I told her I was lyin', there's no competitor
Everyday we live like this a Instagram, this sh*t regular
I don't pick up the phone, no I don't, no answer them
Don't call my cellular
I just hit a jugg for 28K, throw away that phone
I don't even have the same number no more
So it's best you leave me alone
I just spent like six-hun' on this Montblanc cologne
Something wrong wit' that kid, inside his head them blinkers on (Ha)
First off, I need a bag from you lil' b*tch, 'fore I even say a word
b*tch, I feel like Willy Wonka's factory with syrup (Lean)
If twizzy want a kill (yeah)
He gon' kill, there's no insurance (Baow, baow)
Ehh (Baow), these kids is germs
Woke up this lil' morning, my diamonds came in from Elliot
Pearls on that f*cking b*tch's neck, she so elegant (ehh)
Shop up at the f*ckin' mall so much, made me a resident
This Maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president
Wick just walked in the party wit' two Glocks, but that sh*t evident
Chop his body up then dump him off, can't leave no evidence (Woah)
Stop mentioning me in them weak-ass songs you droppin'
Tryna get relevance (Ha)
Know they was already mad, but f*ck it
We gon' give them hell wit' this (Ha)
We put that brand new opp pack in the air
Cause I love the smell of this (Yeah, hey)
She wanna f*ck, okay, well come on, let's go inside
Like, what you doin'? (Woah)
Yeah we can f*ck, okay, but you can't spend the night
Like, what you doin'? (Wow)
I always wanted the bands, while your ass was playin' around
Like, what you doin'? (Yeah)
I pull up and shoot your medulla, lay that n*gga down
Like, what you doin'? (Ha)
You say you got bands like, b*tch, is you a f*ckin' clown?
Like, what you doin'? (ya)
b*tch, I'm a G.O.A.T., I'm a king, I need a f*ckin' crown
Like, what you doin'? (ya)
Just hit the hoe, he's a lil' okay, he skippin' now
Like, what you doin'? (Ha)
Yeah, okay, it's a go, we finna get him now
Like, what you doin'? (Woah)
Prada my feet, Prada my bag, I'm so proud of me (Ha)
I done made well over six figures through technology (Woah)
I remember my lazy ass was failing biology (Yeah, ha)
f*ck it, I knew I was gon' be rich, that's what I was bound to be
Woke up this lil' morning, my diamonds came in from Elliot
Pearls on that f*cking b*tch's neck, she so elegant (ehh)
Shop up at the f*ckin' mall so much, made me a resident
This Maybach got four windows tinted on it, feel like the president
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