Yeat - Lyfestyle Album Lyrics

GEEK TIME
THEY TELL ME
HEARD OF ME
ORCHESTRATE
BE QUIET
THE COSTES
GONE 4 A MIN
FOREVER AGAIN
ELIMINATE
Lyfestyle
FATE (BONUS)

GEEK TIME

You ain't compared to us (not with us)
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (yeah)
Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck you fall? Hit ya arteries (woo, woo)
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)

Frog eye, bitch (wha'?)
Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again

You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?

You ain't compared to us (not with us)
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (yeah)
Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck you fall? Hit ya arteries (woo, woo)
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)

Frog eye, bitch (wha'?), Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again

You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?

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You ain't compared to us (not with us)
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (yeah)
Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck you fall? Hit ya arteries (woo, woo)
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)

Frog eye, bitch (wha'?)
Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again

You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?

You ain't compared to us (not with us)
You get bread, or what?
Worst off, yeah, we wanna see you worst off (yeah)
Are you mad? (Yes) Are you glad? (Yes)
Are your diamonds off, diamonds off? (Yes)
I see dead people in my head (dead)
You ain't inside, we get ya chopped (loo-ha-ha-ha)
You ain't on our side, we get you flopped, uh
Hers bag Chanel (woo-woo), punch mag Draco (yeah-yeah)
Trunk full of hunnids (woo-woo), and some drugs, it's a coke-soon (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah (woo), we could call the priest (chop)
Who you gon' call? (Ha) You gon' call, police, huh? (Yeah, how the-)
Why the f*ck you fall? Hit ya arteries (woo, woo)
How I stand tall? 'Cause I'm ballin', bitch (woo, woo, woo)
How I fly high? 'Cause I ball, lil' bitch (ball)
How the f*ck you died? Turn you into swiss (woo)

Frog eye, bitch (wha'?), Open wide, bitch (uh)
Where you gon' fall off, you been compromised, bitch
Seen, seen ya flyin' off so far
Moon, compromise, I ain't makin' room
No, you can't see in, it's all got tint
I don't hit the five, I hit the ten
We stay at Four Seasons, f*ck the Wynn
Three little piggies, we comin' in
You hand us scissors, we cut you thin
It's back to back geek mode, on time again

You ain't compared to us, uh
You get bread, or what?

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Wyndham Srenaski, Primo Pepper, Javier Mercado, Brady Tremblay
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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THEY TELL ME

She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?

She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?

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She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?

She tell me, "You too much for me," she tells me
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (shh)
They tell me why you talk 'bout me, they tell me (ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (woo)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on a street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be in line
I don't know how I'm alive, I had so long, lonely, long, long
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on every day, like put them yollas on it
Huh, no one f*ck with them broke boys, baby don't know what they on (huh)
Call on me, had the Maybach pull up on me (ooh)
Follow me, got you pushed down in the deep end
Follow me, even if you couldn't see shit (yeah)
Yeah, slide on me and the family members RIP him (yeah)
Sellin', look at these diamonds
Yeah, come with the Lambo' truck, all the way out the day, now it's back in my garage
Salads (salads), I got karats (got the karats)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we'll pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed
I was impaired, headlights on, yeah, swerve and stare
All my diamonds framed bitch, now he glarin'
I got diamonds in the face, bitch
I got diamonds, how your f*ckin' screens ain't playin'?
Yeah, you, how you get?

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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HEARD OF ME

Woo, f*ck what you heard of me, yeah
Yeah, f*ck what you heard of me, ha (huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (ha)
No, huh, I can't f*ck with you (woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can't rock with you
No (woo), no (no), I can't talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me

Yeah (woo), huh (no), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (woo), Benz on the car (woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart
Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them? Why you talk 'bout me?
Why the f*ck you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that?
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed that
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need that
Geeked up every day, I just repeat it

Know you don't mind me, yeah, you just like me
You like money (yeah), you just like me

Woo, f*ck what you heard of me, yeah
Yeah, f*ck what you heard of me, ha (huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (ha)
No, huh, I can't f*ck with you (woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can't rock with you
No (woo), no (no), I can't talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me

Yeah (woo), huh (no), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (woo), Benz on the car (woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart
Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them? Why you talk 'bout me?
Why the f*ck you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that?
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed that
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need that, yeah

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Woo, f*ck what you heard of me, yeah
Yeah, f*ck what you heard of me, ha (huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (ha)
No, huh, I can't f*ck with you (woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can't rock with you
No (woo), no (no), I can't talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me

Yeah (woo), huh (no), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (woo), Benz on the car (woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart
Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them? Why you talk 'bout me?
Why the f*ck you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that?
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed that
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need that
Geeked up every day, I just repeat it

Know you don't mind me, yeah, you just like me
You like money (yeah), you just like me

Woo, f*ck what you heard of me, yeah
Yeah, f*ck what you heard of me, ha (huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (ha)
No, huh, I can't f*ck with you (woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can't rock with you
No (woo), no (no), I can't talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me

Yeah (woo), huh (no), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (woo), Benz on the car (woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart
Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them? Why you talk 'bout me?
Why the f*ck you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that?
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed that
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need that, yeah

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson, Steven Giron
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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ORCHESTRATE

What else? What else? (on 'em)
Woo (on 'em, on 'em, lifestyle)
Woo (what else? What else?)
Woo (yeah)
Yeah

Diamonds, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (jet), you on different climates (phew), uh
How I got this down (yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin', uh
Richer than they family, richer than they mamis, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (what?), uh, when you hear that gun (buh)
On 'em, yeah, pull up outside, yeah, I pull up on 'em
Uh, uh, now I got this bag, I'm high as sh- on 'em (on 'em)
Yeah, orchestrate all these diamonds, orchestrate all these lights, yeah, yeah
How you gon' serve these bills? How you gon' serve these lights?
Yeah, turn up at my show, at least just do it right
Yeah, yeah, we go all night (woo)
You gon' serve these bills, gon' serve this meal, gon' serve that all night
Yeah, they gon' serve my drip, they gon' serve my cup, they gon' serve me all right
I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frog eyes at the back of the jump with them lights, I'm tweakin'
We got the goods, and we parked 'em outside, are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? You tweakin' (woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of my tweakin' (yeah)
Know that you lovin' these lights, you lovin' this world, we runnin' it back every weekend (shut up)
Shawty in love with me every time, I know, girl, she leaking
Oh, y'all tryna get inside this lifestyle world God gifted?

Run the bag up every weekend
Now you see I'm pullin' off from deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason?
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em

Diamonds, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (jet), you on different climates (phew), uh
How I got this down (yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin', uh
Richer than they family, richer than they mamis, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (what?), uh, when you hear that gun (buh)
On 'em, yeah, pull up outside, yeah, I pull up on 'em
Uh, uh, now I got this bag, I'm high as sh- on 'em (on 'em)
Yeah, orchestrate all these diamonds, orchestrate all these lights, yeah, yeah
How you gon' serve these bills? How you gon' serve these lights?
Yeah, turn up at my show, at least just do it right
Yeah, yeah, we go all night (woo)
You gon' serve these bills, gon' serve this meal, gon' serve that all night
Yeah, they gon' serve my drip, they gon' serve my cup, they gon' serve me all right
I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frog eyes at the back of the jump with them lights, I'm tweakin'
We got the goods, and we parked 'em outside, are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? You tweakin' (woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of my tweakin' (yeah)
Know that you lovin' these lights, you lovin' this world, we runnin' it back every weekend (shut up)
Shawty in love with me every time, I know, girl, she leaking
Oh, y'all tryna get inside this lifestyle world God gifted?

Run the bag up every weekend
Now you see I'm pullin' off from deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason?
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em

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English

What else? What else? (on 'em)
Woo (on 'em, on 'em, lifestyle)
Woo (what else? What else?)
Woo (yeah)
Yeah

Diamonds, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (jet), you on different climates (phew), uh
How I got this down (yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin', uh
Richer than they family, richer than they mamis, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (what?), uh, when you hear that gun (buh)
On 'em, yeah, pull up outside, yeah, I pull up on 'em
Uh, uh, now I got this bag, I'm high as sh- on 'em (on 'em)
Yeah, orchestrate all these diamonds, orchestrate all these lights, yeah, yeah
How you gon' serve these bills? How you gon' serve these lights?
Yeah, turn up at my show, at least just do it right
Yeah, yeah, we go all night (woo)
You gon' serve these bills, gon' serve this meal, gon' serve that all night
Yeah, they gon' serve my drip, they gon' serve my cup, they gon' serve me all right
I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frog eyes at the back of the jump with them lights, I'm tweakin'
We got the goods, and we parked 'em outside, are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? You tweakin' (woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of my tweakin' (yeah)
Know that you lovin' these lights, you lovin' this world, we runnin' it back every weekend (shut up)
Shawty in love with me every time, I know, girl, she leaking
Oh, y'all tryna get inside this lifestyle world God gifted?

Run the bag up every weekend
Now you see I'm pullin' off from deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason?
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em

Diamonds, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (jet), you on different climates (phew), uh
How I got this down (yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin', uh
Richer than they family, richer than they mamis, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (what?), uh, when you hear that gun (buh)
On 'em, yeah, pull up outside, yeah, I pull up on 'em
Uh, uh, now I got this bag, I'm high as sh- on 'em (on 'em)
Yeah, orchestrate all these diamonds, orchestrate all these lights, yeah, yeah
How you gon' serve these bills? How you gon' serve these lights?
Yeah, turn up at my show, at least just do it right
Yeah, yeah, we go all night (woo)
You gon' serve these bills, gon' serve this meal, gon' serve that all night
Yeah, they gon' serve my drip, they gon' serve my cup, they gon' serve me all right
I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frog eyes at the back of the jump with them lights, I'm tweakin'
We got the goods, and we parked 'em outside, are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? You tweakin' (woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of my tweakin' (yeah)
Know that you lovin' these lights, you lovin' this world, we runnin' it back every weekend (shut up)
Shawty in love with me every time, I know, girl, she leaking
Oh, y'all tryna get inside this lifestyle world God gifted?

Run the bag up every weekend
Now you see I'm pullin' off from deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason?
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Keian B, Primo Pepper
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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BE QUIET

[Yeat, Kodak Black & LAZER DIM 700] 
Poppin' shit, chasin' bitches, it's a lifestyle 
(Woo-woo, give me that back) F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck 
I'm still high as shit, I'm still high 
I said, "Fly (Fly)", shit 
 
[Yeat & Kodak Black] 
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE 
Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah) 
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah 
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh 
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh 
Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh 
F*cked up, oh, you f*cked up? huh 
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah 
I'm a billionaire, 'member? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember 
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you 
F*ck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al 
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black 
F*ck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me 
Smack they ass with revеrsible belts like it's LV (Ha) 
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Woah) 
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', yeah (Nothin') 
 
[Kodak Black & Yeat] 
Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV (This ain't LV) 
Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton 
Now tell me you can't tell this custom 
Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin' (I stay high as shit) 
See my dope, yeah, you cuffin' (I'm still high) 
I'm tryna get high as shit (I said "Fly", shit) 
I stay high as me 
I get fly as wings (Don't I?) 
I can hardly sleep (Hardly) 
Every day Halloween 
I don't want weed, I'm on a bean 
I'm a roller, not a stoner 
Even rehab gon' hurt 
You can't even pay me to be sober 
So fly, thought I could fly 
Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (Yeah) 
Eight percs to the face, need a chauffeur 
Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?" 
Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese 
Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony 
357 sport, lookin' for, 'member me? 
Paid me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't Zelle me shit 
 
[Yeat & Kodak Black] 
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE 
Off with what? Tryna cut your head off (Yeah) 
Yeah, diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah 
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh 
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh 
Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh 
F*cked up, oh, you f*cked up? huh 
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah 
I'm a billionaire, 'member? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember 
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you (Woah) 
F*ck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al 
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black 
F*ck what you said, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me 
Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha) 
Bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm set to sail, yeah, don't help me (Woah) 
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', yeah 
 
[Kodak Black] 
Drop the ski mask, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black

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[Yeat, Kodak Black & LAZER DIM 700] 
Poppin' shit, chasin' bitches, it's a lifestyle 
(Woo-woo, give me that back) F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck 
I'm still high as shit, I'm still high 
I said, "Fly (Fly)", shit 
 
[Yeat & Kodak Black] 
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE 
Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah) 
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah 
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh 
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh 
Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh 
F*cked up, oh, you f*cked up? huh 
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah 
I'm a billionaire, 'member? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember 
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you 
F*ck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al 
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black 
F*ck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me 
Smack they ass with revеrsible belts like it's LV (Ha) 
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Woah) 
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', yeah (Nothin') 
 
[Kodak Black & Yeat] 
Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV (This ain't LV) 
Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton 
Now tell me you can't tell this custom 
Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin' (I stay high as shit) 
See my dope, yeah, you cuffin' (I'm still high) 
I'm tryna get high as shit (I said "Fly", shit) 
I stay high as me 
I get fly as wings (Don't I?) 
I can hardly sleep (Hardly) 
Every day Halloween 
I don't want weed, I'm on a bean 
I'm a roller, not a stoner 
Even rehab gon' hurt 
You can't even pay me to be sober 
So fly, thought I could fly 
Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (Yeah) 
Eight percs to the face, need a chauffeur 
Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?" 
Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese 
Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony 
357 sport, lookin' for, 'member me? 
Paid me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't Zelle me shit 
 
[Yeat & Kodak Black] 
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE 
Off with what? Tryna cut your head off (Yeah) 
Yeah, diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah 
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh 
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh 
Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh 
F*cked up, oh, you f*cked up? huh 
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah 
I'm a billionaire, 'member? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember 
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you (Woah) 
F*ck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al 
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black 
F*ck what you said, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me 
Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha) 
Bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm set to sail, yeah, don't help me (Woah) 
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', yeah 
 
[Kodak Black] 
Drop the ski mask, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Aaron Raj Tanarasoo, Goncalo Bras, Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton, Pablo Alberto Sanchez, Bill Kapri
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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THE COSTES

Diamonds on me, mink coat, you rock faux fur
All you wanna do is live like us, you ain't got no chauffeur (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up out to Paris, Costes what it cost her (yeah, her)
Yeah, shut your mouth, shh (woo), what the cops heard?
White tee, plain jane, diamonds on my neck, sure
Sit down, shut the f*ck up when you talk, this my lecture (yeah)
If my neck could talk to me, all he would say is, "Brr" (woo)
I just hit the chip, we in London, yeah
On the- on the soldier like it's somethin' (on the)
Yeah, give me somethin' to do (clutchin')
Yeah, make me change my mood (clutchin')
You know it's 10s when we comin' through (yeah)
At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds, not my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
Crushed Perc', Perc' in (yeah), freezin'
F*ck that, free spin (woo), yeah, money in
F*ck that, free win (woo), yeah, bring it in

I need five percent, I do opposite, ha
I'm at five percent, I'm on track to sin
Big boy Tonka, yeah, bring that tractor in
Yeah, five 10s, yeah, I need more of them
I don't even want no more, I need five percent, uh
I need five percent, uh, I need five percent
That bitch AP all clean (woo), only time could tell
Tell me what you need, I do the opposite, ayy (woah, woah)
I see dead people, I see dead- ha

Diamonds on me, mink coat, you rock faux fur
All you wanna do is live like us, you ain't got no chauffeur (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up out to Paris, Costes what it cost her (yeah, her)
Yeah, shut your mouth, shh (woo), what the cops heard?
White tee, plain jane, diamonds on my neck, sure
Sit down, shut the f*ck up when you talk, this my lecture (yeah)
If my neck could talk to me, all he would say is, "Brr" (woo)
I just hit the chip, we in London, yeah
On the- on the soldier like it's somethin' (on the)
Yeah, give me somethin' to do (clutchin')
Yeah, make me change my mood (clutchin')
You know it's 10s when we comin' through (yeah)
At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds, not my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
Crushed Perc', Perc' in (yeah), freezin'
F*ck that, free spin (woo), yeah, money in
F*ck that, free win (woo), yeah, bring it in

Woo, woo

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Diamonds on me, mink coat, you rock faux fur
All you wanna do is live like us, you ain't got no chauffeur (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up out to Paris, Costes what it cost her (yeah, her)
Yeah, shut your mouth, shh (woo), what the cops heard?
White tee, plain jane, diamonds on my neck, sure
Sit down, shut the f*ck up when you talk, this my lecture (yeah)
If my neck could talk to me, all he would say is, "Brr" (woo)
I just hit the chip, we in London, yeah
On the- on the soldier like it's somethin' (on the)
Yeah, give me somethin' to do (clutchin')
Yeah, make me change my mood (clutchin')
You know it's 10s when we comin' through (yeah)
At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds, not my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
Crushed Perc', Perc' in (yeah), freezin'
F*ck that, free spin (woo), yeah, money in
F*ck that, free win (woo), yeah, bring it in

I need five percent, I do opposite, ha
I'm at five percent, I'm on track to sin
Big boy Tonka, yeah, bring that tractor in
Yeah, five 10s, yeah, I need more of them
I don't even want no more, I need five percent, uh
I need five percent, uh, I need five percent
That bitch AP all clean (woo), only time could tell
Tell me what you need, I do the opposite, ayy (woah, woah)
I see dead people, I see dead- ha

Diamonds on me, mink coat, you rock faux fur
All you wanna do is live like us, you ain't got no chauffeur (yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up out to Paris, Costes what it cost her (yeah, her)
Yeah, shut your mouth, shh (woo), what the cops heard?
White tee, plain jane, diamonds on my neck, sure
Sit down, shut the f*ck up when you talk, this my lecture (yeah)
If my neck could talk to me, all he would say is, "Brr" (woo)
I just hit the chip, we in London, yeah
On the- on the soldier like it's somethin' (on the)
Yeah, give me somethin' to do (clutchin')
Yeah, make me change my mood (clutchin')
You know it's 10s when we comin' through (yeah)
At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds, not my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
Crushed Perc', Perc' in (yeah), freezin'
F*ck that, free spin (woo), yeah, money in
F*ck that, free win (woo), yeah, bring it in

Woo, woo

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Matvei Shalnev, Primo Pepper, Steven Giron
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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GONE 4 A MIN

What's the rush? What's the rush? What's the rush? Yeah (rush, rush, rush)
(Rush) I'm tryna see what I like (what's the rush?)
You tryna see what you like, yeah (rush)
Slow down for a minute (what's the rush?)
Get real for a minute with me
Maybe I'm bad for myself (ooh, ooh)
Maybe I'm bad for myself (yeah)
Every time we take a picture (ooh, ooh)
Gettin' high and drunk, the perfect mixture (yeah)
I wanna see a little, you wan' see a lot, yeah
Heartbeat racin', you breathe a lot, oh yeah
Why you rushin'? Why you rushin'? (Ru-ru-ru-shi-shi-shin')
Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Been away for a minute now, know you felt that (woo)
Been away for a minute now (woo-ooh), know you felt that (woo-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, high all the time
Why she like, "Why you always high all the time?" Goddamn it
I be out my mind in this shit
Yeah, turn a deaf folk blind in this bitch, huh
Why you always lyin' like a bitch? Yeah
Take a picture, go timeless in this bitch, huh
Time to make the switch
They done f*cked up, they done got me way too rich, yeah, oh (ah)
F*ck it, throw me another cup (woo, ooh)
'Cause it ain't gon' get colder when it's over
Tell 'em, "Go get back in line"
And they gon' get swept under the rug every time (ooh, woo)
Always flyin' so you know I'm on that heli-time
Yeah, we crushin' they dreams like a we gon' snort a line (ooh-ooh-ooh)
I don't meet in the middle, don't do no borderline (ah)
I'm a geekster, baby, I do this all the time (ooh)
Yeah, we gon' do it all the time, all the time (ooh)
Really prayin' that you fall in line
Picked apart this shit, for real
Yeah, tell 'em, "Lift off," yeah, we up from here
Way too real for them

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
Ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

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What's the rush? What's the rush? What's the rush? Yeah (rush, rush, rush)
(Rush) I'm tryna see what I like (what's the rush?)
You tryna see what you like, yeah (rush)
Slow down for a minute (what's the rush?)
Get real for a minute with me
Maybe I'm bad for myself (ooh, ooh)
Maybe I'm bad for myself (yeah)
Every time we take a picture (ooh, ooh)
Gettin' high and drunk, the perfect mixture (yeah)
I wanna see a little, you wan' see a lot, yeah
Heartbeat racin', you breathe a lot, oh yeah
Why you rushin'? Why you rushin'? (Ru-ru-ru-shi-shi-shin')
Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh
Been away for a minute now, know you felt that (woo)
Been away for a minute now (woo-ooh), know you felt that (woo-ooh-ooh)
Yeah, high all the time
Why she like, "Why you always high all the time?" Goddamn it
I be out my mind in this shit
Yeah, turn a deaf folk blind in this bitch, huh
Why you always lyin' like a bitch? Yeah
Take a picture, go timeless in this bitch, huh
Time to make the switch
They done f*cked up, they done got me way too rich, yeah, oh (ah)
F*ck it, throw me another cup (woo, ooh)
'Cause it ain't gon' get colder when it's over
Tell 'em, "Go get back in line"
And they gon' get swept under the rug every time (ooh, woo)
Always flyin' so you know I'm on that heli-time
Yeah, we crushin' they dreams like a we gon' snort a line (ooh-ooh-ooh)
I don't meet in the middle, don't do no borderline (ah)
I'm a geekster, baby, I do this all the time (ooh)
Yeah, we gon' do it all the time, all the time (ooh)
Really prayin' that you fall in line
Picked apart this shit, for real
Yeah, tell 'em, "Lift off," yeah, we up from here
Way too real for them

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
Ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Jasper Levering
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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FOREVER AGAIN

(Woo, woo-ooh)
Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Keep pushin' on, get the f*ck from 'round me
Off with they head, yeah, keep yo' shit from 'round me

Remember me? Oh, you do
Remember me? Oh, you do
And I'm on demon time again
Every time that you come through
And I don't need it, but I want it
And I tell you partial truths (woo-woo-woo)
I know you love this lifestyle (woo)
Girl, I know you like this lifestyle (woo)
I know you like this lifestyle, you can't keep away
Yes, I get you bent, get you broken, throwaway
Beg, you gotta ask if it's okay
I know it's bad, I gotta come out and play
And I'm geekin', I ride with a gun (woo-uh)
In the big body Tonka today
Yeah, we come out we chasin' the sun (woo-uh)
I'ma count up my bands today
And I know it's bad for me
Walkin' circles around my lifestyle
I know you bad for me
Know you love all these lights when I'm iced out
Yeah, to keep money in her cake
Yeah, I don't even need to say it

Forever again
Forever again
It's forever, we waited

Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Keep pushin' on, get the f*ck from 'round me
Off with they head, yeah, keep yo' shit from 'round me

Remember me? Oh, you do
Remember me? Oh, you do
And I'm on demon time again
Every time that you come through
And I don't need it, but I want it
And I tell you partial truths (woo-woo-woo)
I know you love this lifestyle (woo)
Girl, I know you like this lifestyle (woo)
I know you like this lifestyle, you can't keep away
Yes, I get you bent, get you broken, throwaway
Beg, you gotta ask if it's okay
I know it's bad, I gotta come out and play
And I'm geekin', I ride with a gun (woo-uh)
In the big body Tonka today
Yeah, we come out we chasin' the sun (woo-uh)
I'ma count up my bands today
And I know it's bad for me
Walkin' circles around my lifestyle
I know you bad for me
Know you love all these lights when I'm iced out
Yeah, to keep money in her cake
Yeah, I don't even need to say it

Forever again
Forever again
It's forever, we waited

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(Woo, woo-ooh)
Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Keep pushin' on, get the f*ck from 'round me
Off with they head, yeah, keep yo' shit from 'round me

Remember me? Oh, you do
Remember me? Oh, you do
And I'm on demon time again
Every time that you come through
And I don't need it, but I want it
And I tell you partial truths (woo-woo-woo)
I know you love this lifestyle (woo)
Girl, I know you like this lifestyle (woo)
I know you like this lifestyle, you can't keep away
Yes, I get you bent, get you broken, throwaway
Beg, you gotta ask if it's okay
I know it's bad, I gotta come out and play
And I'm geekin', I ride with a gun (woo-uh)
In the big body Tonka today
Yeah, we come out we chasin' the sun (woo-uh)
I'ma count up my bands today
And I know it's bad for me
Walkin' circles around my lifestyle
I know you bad for me
Know you love all these lights when I'm iced out
Yeah, to keep money in her cake
Yeah, I don't even need to say it

Forever again
Forever again
It's forever, we waited

Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Off with they head, you a dead man walkin'
Keep pushin' on, get the f*ck from 'round me
Off with they head, yeah, keep yo' shit from 'round me

Remember me? Oh, you do
Remember me? Oh, you do
And I'm on demon time again
Every time that you come through
And I don't need it, but I want it
And I tell you partial truths (woo-woo-woo)
I know you love this lifestyle (woo)
Girl, I know you like this lifestyle (woo)
I know you like this lifestyle, you can't keep away
Yes, I get you bent, get you broken, throwaway
Beg, you gotta ask if it's okay
I know it's bad, I gotta come out and play
And I'm geekin', I ride with a gun (woo-uh)
In the big body Tonka today
Yeah, we come out we chasin' the sun (woo-uh)
I'ma count up my bands today
And I know it's bad for me
Walkin' circles around my lifestyle
I know you bad for me
Know you love all these lights when I'm iced out
Yeah, to keep money in her cake
Yeah, I don't even need to say it

Forever again
Forever again
It's forever, we waited

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Jasper Levering, Quincy Kobena Agyeku Essibrah
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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ELIMINATE

I keep talking, talking
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate

Yeah, diamonds, luminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, lights, luminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, kill you, eliminate (eliminate, eliminate)
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
(Keeh, keeh)
No, I don't need me a map, no, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah, I know where I'm at, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah) Gotta give that back, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ahh)
We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, ha-ha

Maison Margiela (woo), huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh (ahh)
Yeah, new chain from Moss, yeah, don't touch my bezel (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Bitch, don't touch my diamonds (hoo-hoo-hoo), bitch, don't touch my gun (ooh-ooh)
Bitch, don't test your luck, we gon' kill for fun (phew)
Yeah we gon' kill for fun, I dare you to pop the gun
In the whip, 2201, yeah, we got the five on the run
You gotta play both sides, we got slip on tires
We gotta kill both lies, diamonds in the eyes
Yeah, walk in Saint Laurent, yeah
Walked in on these diamonds I done f*cked up none tonight
We dogs, yeah, we mutts, caveman as it come
We make lots of money, we make girls come
We geek up for fun
Geek up, hit my blunt
I heard you's a bitch, yeah, it's your time to munt, yeah
No time at all, they tripping out like tramadol (ooh, ooh)
Residue like gunpowder, I'm bomb making, ha
I was broke, I had this shit, I knew I had this shit, yeah
Go talk to majesty (Don't talk), hit that, it's tragedy
Caught ballin' like Major League, yeah
I got two hundred f*cking guns, you ain't matching me, yeah
You ain't matching me, yeah, you ain't passing me
I know you dream about me when you awake or when you asleep
I'm ridin', I'm ducked off, I'm ducked off, yeah (quack quack)
Yeah, hole in one, now we putt putt golf

Bitch, it's time and time again
It's time to slime again
It's time to come back everytime, and show them how we win

I keep talking, talking
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate (woo, woo)

Yeah, diamonds, illuminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, lights, illuminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, kill you, eliminate (eliminate, eliminate)
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
(Keeh, keeh)
No, I don't need me a map, no, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah, I know where I'm at, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah) Gotta give that back, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ahh)
We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, ha-ha

Maison Margiela, Maison Margiela, spaceman got new leather
Yeah, new chain from Moss, don't touch my bezel

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I keep talking, talking
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate

Yeah, diamonds, luminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, lights, luminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, kill you, eliminate (eliminate, eliminate)
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
(Keeh, keeh)
No, I don't need me a map, no, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah, I know where I'm at, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah) Gotta give that back, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ahh)
We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, ha-ha

Maison Margiela (woo), huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh (ahh)
Yeah, new chain from Moss, yeah, don't touch my bezel (hoo-hoo-hoo)
Bitch, don't touch my diamonds (hoo-hoo-hoo), bitch, don't touch my gun (ooh-ooh)
Bitch, don't test your luck, we gon' kill for fun (phew)
Yeah we gon' kill for fun, I dare you to pop the gun
In the whip, 2201, yeah, we got the five on the run
You gotta play both sides, we got slip on tires
We gotta kill both lies, diamonds in the eyes
Yeah, walk in Saint Laurent, yeah
Walked in on these diamonds I done f*cked up none tonight
We dogs, yeah, we mutts, caveman as it come
We make lots of money, we make girls come
We geek up for fun
Geek up, hit my blunt
I heard you's a bitch, yeah, it's your time to munt, yeah
No time at all, they tripping out like tramadol (ooh, ooh)
Residue like gunpowder, I'm bomb making, ha
I was broke, I had this shit, I knew I had this shit, yeah
Go talk to majesty (Don't talk), hit that, it's tragedy
Caught ballin' like Major League, yeah
I got two hundred f*cking guns, you ain't matching me, yeah
You ain't matching me, yeah, you ain't passing me
I know you dream about me when you awake or when you asleep
I'm ridin', I'm ducked off, I'm ducked off, yeah (quack quack)
Yeah, hole in one, now we putt putt golf

Bitch, it's time and time again
It's time to slime again
It's time to come back everytime, and show them how we win

I keep talking, talking
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate (woo, woo)

Yeah, diamonds, illuminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, lights, illuminate (illuminate, illuminate)
Yeah, kill you, eliminate (eliminate, eliminate)
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
(Keeh, keeh)
No, I don't need me a map, no, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah, I know where I'm at, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna take my sauce from me? (Yeah) Gotta give that back, huh (woo)
Oh, you tryna learn how to make this bread? Gotta take my class (ahh)
We even got them bands, huh, we even got them clamped (woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, ha-ha

Maison Margiela, Maison Margiela, spaceman got new leather
Yeah, new chain from Moss, don't touch my bezel

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Writer: Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Rafe Nelson, Spencer Mott
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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All you wanna see is diamonds

All I wanna see is violence

You don't know how inside of my mind gets

Shut your mouth, close your eyelids

Pay your price, I'm not surprised that I live this life

Could you do what I did and do it twice?

Could you make your money up and tell a lie?

Could come inside the building all night?

Could you work around the clock all night? Yeah

Could you work on the job all night?

Could you work on the job all night? Yeah

All that molly, why your jaw so tight?

And you almost lost your job tonight

This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherf*ckin' pipe

Yeah, I love the feeling when it's wrong, not right

Yeah, I'm sick and twisted, know my brain not right

It's on autopilot, let it fly all night

But don't let it go crazy, don't let it turn you to a lie

But don't get so damn crazy that it stab you with a knife

Lock in with all the voices, yeah, don't let 'em tell you lies

And you probably see a demon if you look me in the eyes

Look me in the eyes, you see my eyes bleedin'

Oh, that bitch give me head, that bitch give me brain

I feel like a mind reader

Ooh, look up, it's a bird, look up, it's a plane

No, bitch, it's a Desert Eagle

Got the niggas on pins and needles, on thin ice like ballerinas

I ain't playin' with they bitch asses, Lil' Tunechi, I spit acid

Small feet, but I kick asses, call me and your bitch answer

I been on the job twenty-four seven, I keep the AK-four-seven

I'm cheese-head, but my whore yellow, I'm outside like Coachella

Her mouth dry, but her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers

Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal

All my watches on demon time, all these diamonds, I can't even see the time

Pockets, they be on dinner time, Thanksgiving time, November slime

Judge always tryna give me time, gave me fed time and that's plenty time

And I ain't got time like the end of time, I'll kill a nigga, like I'm killin' time

Uh, it's me and lil' Yeat, what's happenin'?

Sick and twisted evil bastards

Smoke a nigga, where the matches?

And let his mama have the ashes, Mula

All you wanna see is diamonds

All I wanna see is violence

You don't know how inside of my mind gets

Shut your mouth, close your eyelids

Don't you join a world that you can never live a life, yeah

Don't it feel amazing when you playing with the spite?

I know you feel crazy when you put it on your life

I know you getting lazy when you say you'd rather die

I know I'm getting lazy when I say I'll let it fly

Pull up with the Martians and they know I'm 'bout to fly

I do this for my life

All this money, it get trifling (trife, trife)

But I'm trifling, 'cause I'm on bad timing

But it's also perfect timing, 'cause I need to remind you

Of all the shit you said when I was behind you

Pay your price, I'm not surprised that I live this life

Could you do what I did and do it twice?

Could you make your money up and tell a lie?

Could come inside the building all night?

Could you work around the clock all night? Yeah

Could you work on the job all night?

Could you work on the job all night? Yeah

All that molly, why your jaw so tight?

And you almost lost your job tonight

This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherf*ckin' pipe

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All you wanna see is diamonds

All I wanna see is violence

You don't know how inside of my mind gets

Shut your mouth, close your eyelids

Pay your price, I'm not surprised that I live this life

Could you do what I did and do it twice?

Could you make your money up and tell a lie?

Could come inside the building all night?

Could you work around the clock all night? Yeah

Could you work on the job all night?

Could you work on the job all night? Yeah

All that molly, why your jaw so tight?

And you almost lost your job tonight

This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherf*ckin' pipe

Yeah, I love the feeling when it's wrong, not right

Yeah, I'm sick and twisted, know my brain not right

It's on autopilot, let it fly all night

But don't let it go crazy, don't let it turn you to a lie

But don't get so damn crazy that it stab you with a knife

Lock in with all the voices, yeah, don't let 'em tell you lies

And you probably see a demon if you look me in the eyes

Look me in the eyes, you see my eyes bleedin'

Oh, that bitch give me head, that bitch give me brain

I feel like a mind reader

Ooh, look up, it's a bird, look up, it's a plane

No, bitch, it's a Desert Eagle

Got the niggas on pins and needles, on thin ice like ballerinas

I ain't playin' with they bitch asses, Lil' Tunechi, I spit acid

Small feet, but I kick asses, call me and your bitch answer

I been on the job twenty-four seven, I keep the AK-four-seven

I'm cheese-head, but my whore yellow, I'm outside like Coachella

Her mouth dry, but her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers

Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal

All my watches on demon time, all these diamonds, I can't even see the time

Pockets, they be on dinner time, Thanksgiving time, November slime

Judge always tryna give me time, gave me fed time and that's plenty time

And I ain't got time like the end of time, I'll kill a nigga, like I'm killin' time

Uh, it's me and lil' Yeat, what's happenin'?

Sick and twisted evil bastards

Smoke a nigga, where the matches?

And let his mama have the ashes, Mula

All you wanna see is diamonds

All I wanna see is violence

You don't know how inside of my mind gets

Shut your mouth, close your eyelids

Don't you join a world that you can never live a life, yeah

Don't it feel amazing when you playing with the spite?

I know you feel crazy when you put it on your life

I know you getting lazy when you say you'd rather die

I know I'm getting lazy when I say I'll let it fly

Pull up with the Martians and they know I'm 'bout to fly

I do this for my life

All this money, it get trifling (trife, trife)

But I'm trifling, 'cause I'm on bad timing

But it's also perfect timing, 'cause I need to remind you

Of all the shit you said when I was behind you

Pay your price, I'm not surprised that I live this life

Could you do what I did and do it twice?

Could you make your money up and tell a lie?

Could come inside the building all night?

Could you work around the clock all night? Yeah

Could you work on the job all night?

Could you work on the job all night? Yeah

All that molly, why your jaw so tight?

And you almost lost your job tonight

This not Breaking Bad, I bring my motherf*ckin' pipe

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FATE (BONUS)

(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) ridin' with my windows down on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) yeah, down on this bitch (ah-woo)
Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yeah
I was sellin' faith, ah (ah-woo, I seen a thousand things)
But make no mistake, ah, you can't choose your fate, ah
(I seen a thousand things) you can't choose your fate, ah, you can't choose your fate, huh
(I seen a thousand things) Just keep driving, I keep driving life (I seen a thousand things)
Seen the way I die, then I watched it on rewind (ah-woo)
When I was young, I seen a alien in my life (I seen a thousand things)
And it told me what to do, yeah, they came late at night
And the crib was shaky, felt like earthquakes in the night
But the ship ain't hit my house and it had to me what to-
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) we not, we not from this Earth

I got what I deserve, I put in all that work
My diamonds shinin', diamonds shinin' from this Earth
Everything go perf', and it's on, they surf
I can't feel it, feel a thing, not from this earth
I had to run my turf, I had to hold my spot
I had to hold my Glock, yeah, I gotta point that Glock
I seen time stop, I seen a thousand things
I seen a thousand things, I seen a thousand things
Look into my eyes, you'll see a thousand things
You'll see a thousand things, you'll see a thousand things

(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) ridin' with my windows down on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) yeah, down on this bitch (ah-woo)
Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yeah, I was sellin' faith, ah (I seen a thousand things)
But make no mistake, ah, you can't choose your fate, ah
(I seen a thousand things) you can't choose your fate, ah, you can't choose your fate, huh
(I seen a thousand things) Just keep driving, I keep driving life (I seen a thousand things)
Seen the way I die, then I watched it on rewind (ah-woo)
When I was young, I seen a alien in my life (I seen a thousand things)
And it told me what to do, yeah, they came late at night
And the crib was shaky, felt like earthquakes in the night
But the ship ain't hit my house and it had to me what to-
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) we not, we not from this Earth
(I seen a thousand things)
(I seen a thousand things)

I'ma end this off on a good note
I hope you ready for A dangerous LyFE
Hope you get ready, I won't say it twice
You ready or not?
It's a bad world, bad world for you, bad world for me
I'm a drug addict, I can't stay asleep
I was out my mind, I was on a tweak
If it's a dangerous life for you, then it's a dangerous life for me, yeah
I can't handle shit
I can't handle shit, yeah
I done had feelings
And it's on

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(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) ridin' with my windows down on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) yeah, down on this bitch (ah-woo)
Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yeah
I was sellin' faith, ah (ah-woo, I seen a thousand things)
But make no mistake, ah, you can't choose your fate, ah
(I seen a thousand things) you can't choose your fate, ah, you can't choose your fate, huh
(I seen a thousand things) Just keep driving, I keep driving life (I seen a thousand things)
Seen the way I die, then I watched it on rewind (ah-woo)
When I was young, I seen a alien in my life (I seen a thousand things)
And it told me what to do, yeah, they came late at night
And the crib was shaky, felt like earthquakes in the night
But the ship ain't hit my house and it had to me what to-
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) we not, we not from this Earth

I got what I deserve, I put in all that work
My diamonds shinin', diamonds shinin' from this Earth
Everything go perf', and it's on, they surf
I can't feel it, feel a thing, not from this earth
I had to run my turf, I had to hold my spot
I had to hold my Glock, yeah, I gotta point that Glock
I seen time stop, I seen a thousand things
I seen a thousand things, I seen a thousand things
Look into my eyes, you'll see a thousand things
You'll see a thousand things, you'll see a thousand things

(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) ridin' with my windows down on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) yeah, down on this bitch (ah-woo)
Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yeah, I was sellin' faith, ah (I seen a thousand things)
But make no mistake, ah, you can't choose your fate, ah
(I seen a thousand things) you can't choose your fate, ah, you can't choose your fate, huh
(I seen a thousand things) Just keep driving, I keep driving life (I seen a thousand things)
Seen the way I die, then I watched it on rewind (ah-woo)
When I was young, I seen a alien in my life (I seen a thousand things)
And it told me what to do, yeah, they came late at night
And the crib was shaky, felt like earthquakes in the night
But the ship ain't hit my house and it had to me what to-
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) we not, we not from this Earth
(I seen a thousand things)
(I seen a thousand things)

I'ma end this off on a good note
I hope you ready for A dangerous LyFE
Hope you get ready, I won't say it twice
You ready or not?
It's a bad world, bad world for you, bad world for me
I'm a drug addict, I can't stay asleep
I was out my mind, I was on a tweak
If it's a dangerous life for you, then it's a dangerous life for me, yeah
I can't handle shit
I can't handle shit, yeah
I done had feelings
And it's on

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Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Nikita Vladimirovich Zvorygin, Luke O'Donovan, Gabriel St-Onge, Darko Ivancevic, Javier Mercado Mercado
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Lyfestyle Info:

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The best Yeat songs are packed with absurdities that reframe genre cliches as fresh and hip: Getting lit becomes getting "lizzy” and money becomes "honey buns.” Lyfestyle has fewer novelties and more straightforward, vacuous, pissing-contest raps that say little about him but everything about how much he's spent. Yeat's linguistic flair has kept him from tipping over into the infinitely derivative personalities of Balenciaga-wearing, blank-Instagram-feed-having twentysomethings, but Lyfestyle sometimes gets awfully close to the edge.

Still, his heavy-handed punch-ins are hefty enough to make a couple dents. On "Orchestratë,” the best track, Yeat switches through flows like an FPS weapon-swap wheel, from a Dr. Seuss delivery to an aggressive rapidfire. It's a unique way to perform over heavy guitar and looming synth, the kind of maximalist production that often gets bogged down by monotonous performances. The explosive "Bë Quiet” is a grisly surgical operation, as Yeat's yawn-raps slice through air and mold into Kodak Black's fried Gucci Mane vocal stacks. But these moments of excitement aren't imaginative enough to carry an album. A great Yeat record is a catalog of risks taken, each bold choice stamped with a "YEAT WAS HERE.” Plagued by its obsession with aesthetics, Lyfestyle is anything but that.
-pitchfork.com

Performed by: Yeat
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): Synthetic
Released: October 18th, 2024
Year: 2024

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