Punk Monk (Remix) lyrics

by

Yeat


[Intro]
Everything I do is better
On every f*ckin' level all the way to the maximum
Not one to hate, it's not how I'm made (Yeah, lets go)

[Verse]
b*tch, that sh*t say zoom (Huh)
I just landed on the moon (Yeah, moon)
I put Dior on my shoes (Huh, Dior)
Fifteen on that b*tch for forty-twos (Dior)
Count up all my bread, I got a rack or ten today (Yeah)
Yeah, lil' shawty will come and fly out to LA (LA)
I got middle fingers all day, no, not today (Yeah)
All them b*tches 'bout that really fake, no, not my wave (Yeah)
This b*tch tried to take my money
This that Yeat Punk Monk, yeah (Yeah)
With two bad b*tches 'side this telly with one of 'еm naked
I gotta go backside this sh*t, put it on for the grеatest, they not gon' make it (Yeah)
Diamonds on me, boy, this sh*t go scuba (Yeah)
b*tch gon' eat the di*k, like snacks, like Scooby (Yeah)
Drivin' in that G65 with maneuvering (Skrrt)
Yeah, she suck on di*k, she do some tutoring (Yeah)
When I remix it, I swear to god, my sh*t is better (Uh)
Otherwise I wouldn't do that sh*t (Huh)
I wouldn't be goin' out sad lookin' like I was UnoTheActivist (Fell off)
Shawty shakin' that ass all in my face, I'm smackin' it (Go)
All the racks gon' come in my way like I'm a money magnet (Yeah)
Leave my Porsche on Turbo, Turbo, suck my di*k in traffic (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm off two E pills, that's why I'm laughing (Ha)
Your career goin' downhill, and, all of y'all crashing (Hrr)
How I stack up my money, I stack that up with passion ('Kay)
Y'all can't do what I'm on (No), you can't do what I do (No-no)
You can't do what we did, huh, even though I know you want to (Why?)
Your mommies, they be on my tip (Gay), I know you don't want to (No)
You workin' minimum wage job, I dropped out of grade school (No way)
I'm obvi' gon' get me some money, lil' bih', 'cause that's what I'm made to do
I got your lil' b*tch over here suckin' di*k in the back of my Benz, paint her face with some glue (Go)
When I walk in this building, I got me like andale, andale, andale, my twizzy gon' shoot 'em
Walk up inside that b*tch with a Moncleezy bag and I'm leaving, I told him like "Toodaloo"
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