Yeet lyrics

[Hook : Quill]
Finessin' with the check got the hoes like YEET
The gas I'm smokin on got the club like YEET
b*tches on my line they on my phone like YEET
Hop up in my whip and I feel up like YEET
I got the hoes like YEET
In the club like YEET
On my phone like YEET
When I peel off like YEET

[Verse 1 : Showtime Showtime]
Callin' up my plug cause I know he got that YEET
Bad b*tch in my bed and she givin' up that YEET
Fresh I f*ck her, then it's f*cked up
Pass her up [?]
Ask her what was that? that's that YEET (that's that YEET!)
I walk in and your b*tch starin'
Other n*ggas no comparin'
We ain't cuffin' so we cheerin'
I'm so fly catch me [?]
With some J's on my feet
She like my swag [?]
And it's up to my ride, I pull up feel that YEET

[Hook]

[Verse 2 : Quill]
Peel off on that lap baby
You know that's hot drop baby
Bands we be blowin'
Bad b*tches rollin'
Diamonds yes they glowin'
[?]
Pocket full of money can't walk right
Hate bein' broke don't feel right
Got you ho on my side make you look twice
[?] should know [?] damn dice
Hoes they be flexin' [?] YEET
And ye ain't talkin' money then you must be slick

[Hook]

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