Yea (feat. KEY!) lyrics

[Intro]
Wake up F1LTHY, you f*ckboy

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty & KEY!]
Call my bro if there's a problem, n*gga want smoke (f*ck you talkin' bout?)
Call my bro, if it's a problem, buddy, you don't know (Yeah, yeah)
I pull off 56, that's that new Bentley (f*ck you talkin' bout?)
Work my wrist in the pot, Hurricane Katrina (Damn)
Keep a 9 on my waist, that's that stainless steel (Damn)
I need a b*tch that looks like 1996 Trina (Damn)
That's that cat one, true story though (Yeah, yeah, damn)
I grew up with my brother up on [?] (Damn)
You n*ggas need to learn your place, you need to learn your role (Damn)
n*gga got his nose all in the wrong (Damn)
n*gga talkin' down on gang then it's time to dookie

[Bridge: Lil Yachty & KEY!]
Damn, damn, damn
Okay, damn
Whoa, whoa, damn
Whoa, whoa, damn
Yeah, whoa, damn
Uh, whoa, damn, damn, damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
Damn
[Verse 2: KEY!]
Ay, uh, ay, Run off on a n*gga in a tracksuit (Tracksuit)
ManMan at the at the whip with the Mac too (With the Mac too)
If he run up on the whip, then it's bad news (That's just bad news)
Man, how ya screamin' f*ck ya man, boo (f*ck you talkin' bout?)
Big money talkin', b*tch, shut up (f*ck you talkin' bout?)
I walk out this b*tch, cuttin' up (f*ck you talkin' bout?)
Go back inside the tent, she got her butt up (She got her butt up)
You lookin' for ya main hoe, she with us (Oh, she with us)
Aye, sniper rifle when we pistol pack
Snitchin' on yo partna', boy, that’s a b*tch tactic (Dirt on 'em)
Double cup my coffee, cup of lean, uh (Dirt on 'em)
When I say I don't give a f*ck, I mean it (Damn)