yeyeezytunechiweezy lyrics

[Intro]
Baow, b*tch, baow

[Verse 1]
She want a shark, but I'm nothin' like none of these n*ggas, I'm vicious, I'm a piranha, though (Slatt)
Hop in a straight, if you don't got a Drac', it get hot in this b*tch like you stuck in a sauna (It get hot, it get hot)
They blowin' smoke wit' the gang but he don't got no bodies, the f*ck, is the young n*gga high? (Is the young n*gga high?)
Shoot up the funeral, don't give a f*ck where the pastor's at, that n*gga can die (That n*gga can die)
n*ggas'll walk and talk like me, who kids is these? They must be mine (Y'all must be mine)
n*ggas be sayin' this animals only, but what kind? It must be swine (It must be swine)
This ho tall so I gotta climb, come suck my di*k, I'm tryna unwind (Okay, okay)
Young as hell wit' a ten mill' (Grrt), this grown ass man still playin' wit' ninеs (Baow, baow)
He took you but you hang with him, a lot of sh*t don't make sensе (Why you hang with him?)
It's just a lot of sh*t I don't get, this nick', you don't wanna get hit wit' this
One n*gga had got hit wit' switch in the head, he ain't dead but it made him forget
One n*gga had got hit in his kidney, he ain't die but it made him sh*t

[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel like Ye', I'm Yeezy, n*gga
Gettin' that Tunechi, Weezy, n*gga (Tunechi)
Boy, this sh*t too easy, n*gga
Remember they wouldn't believe a n*gga (Okay)
Come on, let's go, no sleazy, n*gga
My rap', they still gotta free that n*gga
You better talk to Jesus, n*gga
Soon we gon' send you to meet that n*gga (Hallelujah)
[Verse 2]
f*ck yo' man, I'll beat that n*gga
And if I can, I'ma smoke his ass (Baow, baow), it's gon' be R.I.P. that n*gga (R.I.P.)
Bad lil' Barbie call me Arby, she know this where the meat at, n*gga (We have the meats, we have the meats)
Tell me where you wanna meet at, n*gga
I'll f*ck 'round, pull where you sleep at, n*gga (Baow, baow)
I'm blowin' as soon as I see that n*gga
A lot of n*ggas don't like me
Because I'm the realest n*gga you gon' ever see
On some Freddy Krueger sh*t, I pull up in your dreams, on foe'nem, uh

[Verse 3]
You don't want smoke, n*gga, you better go 'head, we tryna Mr. Potato a n*gga (We switchin' his body parts around, aw, hell nah)
Cut off his hands, glue his di*k to his forehead, we tryna rotten tomato a n*gga (Ew)
We paintin' 'em red, what you thought we was doin'? In California, we makin' a movie
You trickin' on b*tches that's broke like a loosie, while I'm tryna crumble a bad b*tch cookie
Somebody in here smell like dookie
Why this b*tch act like I need her? I can't stand to smell her coochie (That sh*t stink)
Hoes be havin' me f*cked up, had to look in the mirror like am I a goofy? (What?)
b*tch, do I look like a clown? (Really?)
If I throw some cash, is you gon' make that ass go 'round?
Is you gon' turn that ass around?
Is you gon' make that sh*t go up and down?

[Chorus]
I feel like Ye', I'm Yeezy, n*gga
Gettin' that Tunechi, Weezy, n*gga
Boy, this sh*t too easy, n*gga
Remember they didn't believe a n*gga
Come on, let's go, no sleazy, n*gga
My rap', they still gotta free that n*gga
You better talk to Jesus, n*gga
Soon we gon' send you to meet that n*gga
[Outro]
Baow
I'm blowin' as soon as I see a n*gga
I'm blowin' as soon as I—
I'm blowin', I'm blowin' as soon as I see that n*gga, on B
Gang
Slatt, n*ggas know what the f*ck goin' on, big 2612 sh*t