Water On The Window Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
It's a motherf*ckin’ vibe right here, boy
Dead for real
Mm, yup, yup
Ha-ha, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy
Wow!

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Tell 'em we rich now
Tell him I might f*ck his b*tch now
Might cop a coupe with a shift now
Finally got money to order my food and pay tips now
Might as well f*ck with the crips now
But I still f*ck with the big B's
You can catch hot shells, like hot cakes all day like it’s Mikey D's
Use to ride 'round on them 22's, walkin' around in them 23's
Bro get that stack and I turn a 10 to a 20, I call that sh*t double G's
I done bought Gucci's last 5 seasons
I hit your b*tch at the four seasons
n*ggas find every reason as to why they not where they should be in life, dawg
I rock a wedding ring on my marriage finger, but I can’t have a wife, dawg
Still with a tribe on a quest, tryna get it, yeah, R.I.P. Phife Dawg
Still switching lanes with the gang, lights blinkin’
Doin' dash in the white frog
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, I done made millions on millions
Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty, Chamillion’
Can't go back broke, 'cause I wanna have children
Took the whole gang, put 'em in one pavilion
Back on my sh*t, so it’s f*ck how you feelin'
n*gga don't f*ck with me, like I'm a villain
But I ain't do no wrong, I just be chillin'

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I think they mad cause this car drips ice down, damn, this just the rich life
I think they mad cause they wife might get sliced
If it's only a boring night
I'm a young n*gga, worth a lot of money, walkin' with a pole, f*ck a fist fight
I think I was born with a seventh sense, I think my newest b*tch heaven sent

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, b*tch I'm best friends with the mailman
Drop off a pack at my doorstep
Walk in your spot, get the floor swept
Shoutout them folks who had overslept, didn't f*ck with me till they knew I could help
Now I'm walkin' 'round with them big knots
Big Bentley B's and them droptops
Big booty b*tches in crop tops
Eatin' up di*k 'till they teeth rot
f*ck clubbing, I'm at the main spot
Them n*ggas, they in the same spot
I had to clear up my mental, huh
Rolex time in the central, VVS in my dentals
Hella cars, it's essential, hey
I'm droppin' 30 like Devin Booker
Snatch up yo b*tch because she's a looker
b*tch, I'm the wave like a bag of Ruffles
Not with the internet scuffle
My b*tch say she want a bigger ass
I told her gon' head and pump it up
Now that's an everyday struggle, f*ck
Yeaah, I'm getting tired of these frenemies
Cuttin' off all of the fake n*ggas
Lately, I ain't like your energy
I be better off by myself, oh well, yes
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, I done made millions on millions
Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty, Chamillion'
Can't go back broke, 'cause I wanna have children
Took the whole gang, put 'em in one pavilion
Back on my sh*t, so it's f*ck how you feelin'
n*gga don't f*ck with me, like I'm a villain
But I ain't do no wrong, I just be chillin'

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I think they mad cause this car drips ice down, damn, this just the rich life
I think they mad cause they wife might get sliced
If it's only a boring night
I'm a young n*gga, worth a lot of money, walkin' with a pole, f*ck a fist fight
I think I was born with a seventh sense, I think my newest b*tch heaven sent