R.I.P. Yams lyrics

[Chorus]
(She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah)
(Whole lot of it, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big ass Draco, big ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids

[Verse 1]
Big ass Draco, big ass SIG
I f*cked that b*tch, we made a flick (Blatt)
I'ma smoke me a opp just like a cig'
I'ma cut that b*tch, she not my kin
Tryna f*ck two hoes, I think they twins
I'm rocking them Chrome Hearts
Got a baddie and she die hard (Slatt, blatt)
I'm 'bout to blast this ho (Blaow, blaow, yeah, bow)

[Chorus]
(Blatt)
I got Prada on my ass
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big ass Draco, big ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt)

[Bridge]
Yeah, oh (Blatt)
Yeah (Blatt, ah, what?)
Uh
Yeah-yeah, uh (Blatt, uh, blatt, slatt)
Uh, uh

[Refrain]
Bentlеys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentlеys and Lambs
I'm in this b*tch, huh
R.I.P. Yams, R.I.P. Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to f*ck on a project b*tch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bih
250 in cash, we ain't playin' with a bih
250 in the bag, I ain't playin' with a bih
Yeah, and Carti a diva
Uh, yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your b*tch is a eater
Uh, yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking sh*t, b*tch, yeah, n*gga, like FIFA, hol 'up, what? (Hol' up, hol' up)
[Verse 2]
She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, hold up, yeah
I smoke my weed, I smoke my reefer, hold up (Blatt, bah)
I pour the lean, I'm on the liter, huh, huh
I had to go, I gotta leave her, huh (Yeah), yeah
Big heartagram on the tattoo, yeah, slatt, huh, yeah
All red suit like Deadpool (Blatt-blatt-blah, blatt-blatt-blatt, blatt)
You paying for pus*y, I don't pay, fool (I don't pay for no pus*y, hol' on, pus*y)
Iced out wrist and it cost two (Cash, cash, blatt, cash, uh)
f*ck a b*tch outside, yeah, hold up (Blatt-blatt, blatt, sex, blah, blatt-blatt)
I want that muh'f*cka' dead, hold up (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt)
I want an apology (Buh, blatt)
You cannot talk to me (Blatt)
You cannot lie to me, hol' up
You cannot lie to me (Blatt, blatt, blatt)

[Chorus]
(She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah)
(Whole lot of it, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big ass Draco, big ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
[Bridge]
I just made her swallow my— (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt)
Big ass Draco, big ass SIG
Big ass Draco, big ass SIG

[Refrain]
Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this b*tch, huh
R.I.P. Yams, R.I.P. Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to f*ck on a project b*tch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bih
250 in cash, we ain't playin' with a bih
250 in the bag, I ain't playin' with a bih
Yeah, and Carti a diva
Uh, yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your b*tch is a eater
Uh, yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking sh*t, b*tch, yeah, n*gga, like FIFA, hol' up

[Chorus]
(She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah)
(Whole lot of it)
I got Prada on my ass
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big ass Draco, big ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids