EA lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
It's Us
Yee, yee, yee
Yee, yee, yee
Yee, yee
Huh, huh, yeah, huh, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Somebody come get this n*gga, he smokin' that sh*t again
Steal his b*tch, that sh*t sad, I'm finna hit again (Yee)
Load it up, send 'em home (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I'm posted up, with million dollar homes (Damn)
Ten lines on my account, I still can't call a b*tch
Ain't do it all alone, but I still need all of it (Damn)
Ridin' 'round, me and Tatalovich (Go)
Bought my momma a crap Birkin, now she want ostrich (Go)
Beatin' this sl*t, she still squirtin'
f*ck, I forgot to take the tag off my jacket (Damn)
Cost me more than it did the opps a casket (Yee)
So much head I almost died from it like Saget (Yee, uh)
Hit his b*tch with my nails painted, now who the— (Shh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Somebody come get this n*gga, he smokin' that sh*t again (Us)
Steal his b*tch, that sh*t sad, I'm finna hit again (Finna beat)
Load it up, send 'em home (Frrt)
[Interlude: Lil Yachty & Young Nudy, Lil Yachty]
I'm the type of motherf*cker n*gga never had my hand out (Never, n*gga)
Stupid motherf*cker, in my pocket n*gga, know I got my cash hangin' out (Fifties, hunnids) (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big thirty on that motherf*cker, long ways know that b*tch hangin' out (Thirties) (Yeah, yeah, go)
Bad b*tch, late night, with the Slimeball know she like to hang out
Middle finger with the 5, Zone 6, b*tch, that's where I hang out (EA)
Apartments, late night, where a motherf*cker like to do them shootouts (Slime)
You ain't bout' what you talkin' bout', you can't hang out (Hang out)
Please don't try to jump off the porch, you too old now

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Brain down, fell in love with sand
I'd travel back in time to give a slave a FN (Brrt)
I been high as God and still sin
I done lost, I done won, but I took it all on chin (Damn)
I'm tryna make a hunnid million, I don't need friends (Damn)
All I need is drugs, I'll be a-okay
Geeked up, flying around, but I won't save the day

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Somebody come get this n*gga, he smokin' that sh*t again
Steal his b*tch, that sh*t sad, I'm finna hit again (Damn, damn)
Load it up, send 'em home (Brr)

[Outro: Lil Yachty]
It's Us
Stupid