Yah (Version 3) lyrics

by

Playboi Carti


[Intro]
Yah

[Verse]
They takin' them pictures, I'm takin' they b*tches, they hop in my whip and we get it, ooh
I'm seein' the pictures, my life is so vivid, my n*gga, I'm livin' the vision, ooh
My b*tches stay callin', stay callin', they callin', they textin' like "Carti you missin'?", ooh
She blow the di*k like a whistle, ooh
Up on the block with a missile, ooh
How he get shot? It’s a riddle, ooh
How you gon' say that's your n*gga? Ooh
You let it sing like Tiller, ooh
I bring that sh*t like a dealer, ooh
Then I go f*ck with my dealer, ooh
We run around like chinchillas, ooh
I might withdraw that lil' million, uh
Watch me count up a lil' mil'
f*ckin' his b*tch in my Benz, ooh (f*ckin' your thot)
'Member I was in the pеn, ooh (f*ckin' that b*tch)
b*tches, they hatin' on Cash, ooh (Cash)
b*tches ain't payin' my rеnt, ooh
I get the money then flip, ooh
I get the swag then drip, ooh
b*tch, I'm gon' dab like Flippa, ooh
I got your b*tch and I flip her
Ooh, yah, ayy, yah (Yeah), huh
You know I'm that n*gga
Uh, yah, ooh, what?
I know they gon' feel the lil' n*gga (Yah)
I know yo' b*tch feelin' this n*gga, uh
Suckin' and f*ckin', lil' n*gga, uh
Textin' my phone at night, what?
Talkin' 'bout she wanna bite (Yah)
I got this sh*t like a—uh, ooh
She gon' ride it like a bike (Woo)
She gon' ride di*k like a bike, uh (Woo)
Huh, what? Yah (Ooh)
I got your ho' and she wet (Yah)
I got your ho' and she naughty (Woo)
Uh (Uh), what?
Yah, yah
[Chorus]
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yeah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yeah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Turn up, yah)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yeah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Yeah)
Yah (Yah), yah (Turn up, yah)
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