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[Intro: Yeat]
f*ck what you say, what you cool with
f*ck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with
f*ck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with
f*ck what you say, what you do, who you boolin' with

[Chorus 1: Yeat]
No I'm not a fiend but I get high, I do everything
They said I'm new wave from my sound to my lettering
b*tch, don't even text me, f*ck a phone, I'ma let it ring
I've been booted up so much, I have a hard time remembering
Yeah, anything
b*tch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring
Yeah, I be high with the gods, b*tch, f*ck a plane
Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Yeah, they say, "How'd you get that money?" I did it every way
They say, "How'd you get to the top?" I just went levitate
Asked me if I had sex with the b*tch, nah, I just f*cked her face
Chane'-ne' sunglasses, I can't see like I just got maced

[Chorus 2: Yeat]
Everything we did was too legitly
I just turned the bottom to a five to a sixty
I just gotta stop sending Za', I think they onto me
I'm addicted to makin' all this money, it's just a part of me
Yeah, and your b*tch gon' pull up, yeah, pardon me
Pop a Perky everyday, look like I'm Chinese
They see the kid go up, now they onto me
My twizzy way too crazy smokin' fronto leaf
[Chorus 1: Yeat]
No I'm not a fiend but I get high, I do everything
They said I'm new wave from my sound to my lettering
b*tch, don't even text me, f*ck a phone, I'ma let it ring
I've been booted up so much, I have a hard time remembering
Yeah, anything
b*tch, I'm married to this X, I bought a wedding ring
Yeah, I be high with the gods, b*tch, f*ck a plane
Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday

[Verse 2: SeptembersRich]
Heard that court date comin' up, f*ck it, finna run
Twenty bands in my pocket, twenty in my gun
I could pull out a lil' hundon just for fun, on these n*ggas
Zay just flew out to LA, brought me all them triggers
They wondering, how much did I make? f*ck it, fifty figures
Catch me out in public, I don't wave, middle fingers
That boy tried to slide, he lost his life
Me and Yeat hit every time
Pour that Wock' up, f*ck that live
All my b*tches ten, they dimes
Finna f*ck they friends, they fine
Y'all sound the same, boy stay in line
I just mixed the shrimp with the steak and the rice
I just bought a Scat and it crashed 'cause I'm high
[Chorus 2: Yeat]
Everything we did was too legitly
I just turned the bottom to a five to a sixty
I just gotta stop sending Za', I think they onto me
I'm addicted to makin' all this money, it's just a part of me
Yeah, and your b*tch gon' pull up, yeah, pardon me
Pop a Perky everyday, look like I'm Chinese
They see the kid go up, now they onto me
My twizzy way too crazy smokin' fronto leaf