Nite lyrics

[Intro: Yeat]
(2, what's up with you?)
(Huh, let's go) (Phew, phew)

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Yeah, aye, I don't even sleep when it's night (Yeah)
Money came in last night (Yeah)
And yo' b*tch came through and she was sliding (Skrrt)
Yeah, you already knew I got right, yeah
I was too high last life (Yeah)
I was too high last life (Let's go)
[?] came to the light (Hmm)
Going two hundred inside that convertible, no, I don't stop at the lights (Woo, skrrt)
I don't even gotta send words to that b*tch, them Emoji's gon' make the b*tch pipe, yeah
She wanna suck on the Yeat di*k, she wanna Yeat flip burger for life (Let's go)
Yeah, every day feels like it's Yeatmas, I got some presents, it ain't no surprise (Yeah)
Yeah, they ain't never hop on no beat like this, let's slide, I'm slidin', swerve (Slide, swerve)
Yeah, your lil' b*tch wanna come to the crib for the night and get by, she wan' right here (Here)
Oxy', yeah, that is my b*tch, I told you, I quit her, I lied, I'm tired of her
Told you I quit all this sh*t, but I'm back on the lean, them opiates, lied to her
di*k in her belly, got di*k in her belly, in the spleen from the side, she said that it hurt (Phew)

[Refrain: Yeat]
Move, move (Yeah, yeah)
Move, move (Let's go, huh, let's go)
Move, move, move (Go, move, huh, let's go, let's go) (Hmm)
[Verse 2: Kankan and Yeat]
I rock Margiela for nothin' (n*gga, for nothin') (Swerve, swerve)
n*ggas, they just hate for nothing, hah (Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve)
I just hit a jugg on Sunday (n*gga, on Sunday) (Swerve, swerve)
I'm in L.A by Monday (Monday, yeah)
New hoes, came straight from London, yeah
Talkin' bout the racks, we on it, yeah (We on it, yeah)
Aye, n*ggas gay, yeah, they just watching (Yeah, they just watching)
We too up, now, they just plotting (Hah)
Took that lil' hoe to Hibachi (Yeah-yeah, yeah)
Aye, racks in, n*gga, we doin' what they not (Doin' what they not)
We up in Pakistan, n*gga, just bought a new Glock, yeah
I got that cash in, n*gga, this sh*t ain't stopping, aye
Bought my new lil' hoe a new Cartier, cup all red, like Carti (Cup all red like Carti)
That lil' hoe too basic, yeah, my new hoe look like a Barbie (Look like a Barbie)
I just walked in with my n*ggas, yeah, we got the Glocks in the party (Yeah, Glocks in the party, yeah)
Yeah, she walk in, n*gga, she geeked off Percs and molly, yeah
My n*ggas spinnin' the bin in a Benz 'bout them bands
Yeah, might fly that lil' hoe to L.A, then fly to Japan (Fly to Japan)
Yeah, yeah, racks with my n*ggas, lil' n*gga, yeah, that was the plan (That was the plan)
Yeah, we sliding, up in a C63, lil' n*gga, yeah, that's a Sedan (C63, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, that's a Benz (Go, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Made this lil' hoe eat my kids (Eat on my kids)
But f*ck it, that's just how it is (Just how it is)
f*ck it, that's just how it go (Just how it go)
Racks coming in, can't fold (Racks comin' in, can't fold)
Finna fly back to the O (Fly back to the O)
[Outro: Kankan]
(Phew, dumbass, yeah, uh, yeah)
(n*gga, back to the O)
(Back to my, no)
(Racks comin' in, can't fold, we goin' back to the O)
(Yeah, goin' back to the O, yeah, like, goin' back to the O)
(They let me in, yeah, mhm, with a-, mhm, with a-, mm-mm, with a-, yeah)