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?
Yeat - Lyfestyle Album Lyrics
Yeat - Lyfestyle Lyrics
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Wyndham Srenaski, Primo Pepper, Javier Mercado, Brady Tremblay
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
STFU
Fist full of-, fist full of-, fist full of bricks and a frown, I won't give a f*ck
D-i-e, buster, I'ma OG, test my- (test my-)
We was outside with the rag, like the Taliban
"Shut your mouth, shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (phew)
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (shh)
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (phew)
It's a geek party, (geek), so we geekin' all night
It's a geek party, so we do what we like
Test me, touch my things, and you die
You got money, all these things, why you lie?
Seen 'em turn on they own gang, own guys
Seen 'em turn for a couple dollars, I'm surprised
Seen 'em turn for a crack pipe and some fives
Shh, "Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' them (yeah)
Grindin' your f*ckin' gears up like rail
Blind to your f*ckin' broke shit like braille (like braille)
I don't really wanna impress a bitch myself
I don't need you or your funds, no help (no help)
We gon' box you out, box you out, moshpit em (box you out, box you out)
It's a god damn smelling party, why I'm so pale?
We fried, all night, test sum', and you die
'Cause we fried all night
We was outside with the rag, like the Taliban
"Shut your mouth, shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (shh)
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (phew)
Fist-fist full of bricks and a frown, I won't give a f*ck
D-i-e, buster, I'ma OG, test my nuts
Fist full of bricks and a frown, I won't give a f*ck
D-i-e, buster, I'ma OG, test my nuts
D-i-e, buster, I'ma OG, test my- (test my-)
We was outside with the rag, like the Taliban
"Shut your mouth, shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (phew)
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (shh)
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (phew)
It's a geek party, (geek), so we geekin' all night
It's a geek party, so we do what we like
Test me, touch my things, and you die
You got money, all these things, why you lie?
Seen 'em turn on they own gang, own guys
Seen 'em turn for a couple dollars, I'm surprised
Seen 'em turn for a crack pipe and some fives
Shh, "Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' them (yeah)
Grindin' your f*ckin' gears up like rail
Blind to your f*ckin' broke shit like braille (like braille)
I don't really wanna impress a bitch myself
I don't need you or your funds, no help (no help)
We gon' box you out, box you out, moshpit em (box you out, box you out)
It's a god damn smelling party, why I'm so pale?
We fried, all night, test sum', and you die
'Cause we fried all night
We was outside with the rag, like the Taliban
"Shut your mouth, shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (shh)
"Shut the f*ck up", I keep tellin' 'em (phew)
Fist-fist full of bricks and a frown, I won't give a f*ck
D-i-e, buster, I'ma OG, test my nuts
Fist full of bricks and a frown, I won't give a f*ck
D-i-e, buster, I'ma OG, test my nuts
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Tommy Wright III, Javier Mercado, Fedor Kulachkov, Daniel Mohammadi, Alexey Grachev
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
THEY TELL ME
(She tells me, "You too much for me", she tells me, ha-ha)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on everything, like I put them ions on it
Huh, no we don't f*ck with them broke boys, baby, we don't know them (Huh)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on 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, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds (Ah)
All yo' f*ckin streams, ain't playin, yeah, you fake it
[Chorus]
(She tells me, "You too much for me", she tells me, ha-ha)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on everything, like I put them ions on it
Huh, no we don't f*ck with them broke boys, baby, we don't know them (Huh)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on 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, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds (Ah)
All yo' f*ckin streams, ain't playin, yeah, you fake it
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on everything, like I put them ions on it
Huh, no we don't f*ck with them broke boys, baby, we don't know them (Huh)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on 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, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds (Ah)
All yo' f*ckin streams, ain't playin, yeah, you fake it
[Chorus]
(She tells me, "You too much for me", she tells me, ha-ha)
They tell me you too much for me, they tell me (Ooh-ah, shh)
They tell me when you talk 'bout me, they tell me (Ha)
Shut up, bitch, don't tell me (Ah)
(Ooh-ah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, when we at the club, whole streets outside
Yeah, I hit the plug, on the street outside
If I wasn't rich as f*ck, wouldn't be alive
I don't know how I'm alive, I had two loans on it, loans on it
I pull up in the Maybach, got two tones, got two tones on it
Yeah, I put the bills on everything, like I put them ions on it
Huh, no we don't f*ck with them broke boys, baby, we don't know them (Huh)
Call on me, out the Maybach pull up on me (Ooh)
Fall on 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, R.I.P. him (Yeah)
Salad with these diamonds
Yeah, I whipped the Lambo' truck, all the way out today, now it's back in my garage
Salads (Salads), I got carrots (Got the carrots)
Yeah, we got the motherf*ckin' money, we pull up outside, we leave 'em embarrassed (Ooh)
I was impaired, I like sunglasses, why you starin'?
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, they ain't glarin' (Ah)
All yo' diamonds fake, bitch, all yo' diamonds (Ah)
All yo' f*ckin streams, ain't playin, yeah, you fake it
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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 need me
Every time I talk, make it happеn, you know I mean that
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got thеm scratchin' they heads like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need it
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'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need it
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 need me
Every time I talk, make it happеn, you know I mean that
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got thеm scratchin' they heads like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need it
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'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need it
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Primo Pepper, Rafe Nelson, Steven Giron
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
SPEEDBALL
Ooh-oh (huh, huh)
Know you see these lights
Know you see these lights (see it, see it)
Ridin' 'round, we puttin' them trucks on the air
Ridin' 'round, don't put no trucks in there
We live and we get rich, lil' bitch
We live-eh, yeah
Pull up in a Tonka, put them lights on 'em, lights on 'em
You can't f*ck with us, how 'bout you check the price on 'em?
We roll them dice, lil' bitch, we dice on 'em, yeah
You don't wan' see if I get my hands on 'em
Yeah, I got this motherf*ckin' bag and that's how I sit on my Glock (these lights)
I got the Bentley, got all this shit in my lap I gotta send the drop (these lights)
Benz, I got the motherf*ckin' Benz and I put it all on top (these lights)
Stance, look at your motherf*ckin' stance, that's why yo' shit gon' flop (these lights)
Yeah, I'ma say, "F*ck all your money," I ran up my money, do it by myself
You ain't never did none of the shit that you said you gon' do, but you gon' be yourself
I should go fly to the motherf*ckin' Maybach, yeah, watch it sail
Yeah, go ahead and look at my numbers, lil' bitch, yeah, watch me sell
Ooh-oh (huh, huh)
Know you see these lights (ooh-oh)
Know you see these lights (see it, see it)
Ridin' 'round, we puttin' them trucks on the air
Ridin' 'round, don't put no trucks in there
We live and we get rich, lil' bitch
We live-eh, yeah
Pull up in a Tonka, put them lights on 'em, lights on 'em
You can't f*ck with us, how 'bout you check the price on 'em?
We roll them dice, lil' bitch, we dice on 'em, yeah
You don't wan' see if I get my hands on 'em
Yeah, I got this motherf*ckin' bag and that's how I sit on my Glock (these lights)
I got the Bentley, got all this shit in my lap I gotta send the drop (these lights)
Benz, I got the motherf*ckin' Benz and I put it all on top (these lights)
Stance, look at your motherf*ckin' stance, that's why yo' shit gon' flop (these lights)
Yeah, I'ma say, "F*ck all your money," I ran up my money, do it by myself
You ain't never did none of the shit that you said you gon' do, but you gon' be yourself
I should go fly to the motherf*ckin' Maybach, yeah, watch it sail
Yeah, go ahead and look at my numbers, lil' bitch, yeah, watch me sell
Know you see these lights
Know you see these lights (see it, see it)
Ridin' 'round, we puttin' them trucks on the air
Ridin' 'round, don't put no trucks in there
We live and we get rich, lil' bitch
We live-eh, yeah
Pull up in a Tonka, put them lights on 'em, lights on 'em
You can't f*ck with us, how 'bout you check the price on 'em?
We roll them dice, lil' bitch, we dice on 'em, yeah
You don't wan' see if I get my hands on 'em
Yeah, I got this motherf*ckin' bag and that's how I sit on my Glock (these lights)
I got the Bentley, got all this shit in my lap I gotta send the drop (these lights)
Benz, I got the motherf*ckin' Benz and I put it all on top (these lights)
Stance, look at your motherf*ckin' stance, that's why yo' shit gon' flop (these lights)
Yeah, I'ma say, "F*ck all your money," I ran up my money, do it by myself
You ain't never did none of the shit that you said you gon' do, but you gon' be yourself
I should go fly to the motherf*ckin' Maybach, yeah, watch it sail
Yeah, go ahead and look at my numbers, lil' bitch, yeah, watch me sell
Ooh-oh (huh, huh)
Know you see these lights (ooh-oh)
Know you see these lights (see it, see it)
Ridin' 'round, we puttin' them trucks on the air
Ridin' 'round, don't put no trucks in there
We live and we get rich, lil' bitch
We live-eh, yeah
Pull up in a Tonka, put them lights on 'em, lights on 'em
You can't f*ck with us, how 'bout you check the price on 'em?
We roll them dice, lil' bitch, we dice on 'em, yeah
You don't wan' see if I get my hands on 'em
Yeah, I got this motherf*ckin' bag and that's how I sit on my Glock (these lights)
I got the Bentley, got all this shit in my lap I gotta send the drop (these lights)
Benz, I got the motherf*ckin' Benz and I put it all on top (these lights)
Stance, look at your motherf*ckin' stance, that's why yo' shit gon' flop (these lights)
Yeah, I'ma say, "F*ck all your money," I ran up my money, do it by myself
You ain't never did none of the shit that you said you gon' do, but you gon' be yourself
I should go fly to the motherf*ckin' Maybach, yeah, watch it sail
Yeah, go ahead and look at my numbers, lil' bitch, yeah, watch me sell
Writer: Noah Smith, Juan Alvarado, Javier Mercado, Rafe Nelson, Steven Giron
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
U DONT KNOW LYFE
Who said these diamonds aren't front row? (Uh)
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (uh), yeah
Now you see these diamonds on the kid
Now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair
Cunt (yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (rare), watches on me
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes? (Pfft)
I got all these drugs, yeah, I got all these, yeah
I got all these drugs
I got all this love, I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (bang, (uh))
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled (dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (uh-uh)
Yeah (yeah), look how they trippin', they slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, that blazer go high, we put the bullet to yo' head (neyow)
Every time that I'm gon' try, ended up leaving them dead (yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the f*ck up, I don't listen when haters say-
This a lifestyle, that you can't live
See them lights, it's what I'm on now
I'm bringing money on the-, yeah
I don't need advices, yeah
All I do is my vices
Jheez, When you pull up by the side, yeah, ISIS
Chop off ya head if you don't f*ck with the prices
I just pulled the Bentley off, I ain't heard what you said to me
I don't f*ck with you'd be better off dead to me (yeah, woo)
Who said these diamonds aren't front row? (Uh)
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (uh), yeah
Now you see these diamonds on the kid
Now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair
Cunt (yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (rare), watches on me
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes? (Pfft)
I got all these drugs, yeah, I got all these, yeah
I got all these drugs
I got all this love, I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (bang, (uh))
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled (dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (uh-uh)
Yeah (yeah), look how they trippin', they slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, that blazer go high, we put the bullet on yo' head (neyow)
Every time that I'm gon' try, ended up leaving them dead (yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the f*ck up, I don't listen when haters say-
You ain't know this life
You ain't know this life (yeah)
You ain't know this life
You ain't know this life (yeah)
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (uh), yeah
Now you see these diamonds on the kid
Now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair
Cunt (yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (rare), watches on me
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes? (Pfft)
I got all these drugs, yeah, I got all these, yeah
I got all these drugs
I got all this love, I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (bang, (uh))
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled (dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (uh-uh)
Yeah (yeah), look how they trippin', they slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, that blazer go high, we put the bullet to yo' head (neyow)
Every time that I'm gon' try, ended up leaving them dead (yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the f*ck up, I don't listen when haters say-
This a lifestyle, that you can't live
See them lights, it's what I'm on now
I'm bringing money on the-, yeah
I don't need advices, yeah
All I do is my vices
Jheez, When you pull up by the side, yeah, ISIS
Chop off ya head if you don't f*ck with the prices
I just pulled the Bentley off, I ain't heard what you said to me
I don't f*ck with you'd be better off dead to me (yeah, woo)
Who said these diamonds aren't front row? (Uh)
Yeah, we can't cuff for life, but this for fun, though (uh), yeah
Now you see these diamonds on the kid
Now you see this money comin' in
High as hell, high as hell, you was right there
New Chanel, we walk in, we buyin' every pair
Cunt (yeah), diamonds on me, cunt (rare), watches on me
Cunt, diamonds on me, cunt, they rare (yeah)
Oh, they hypebeasts? (Phew)
Oh, they, oh, they pull up, all-white Nikes? (Pfft)
I got all these drugs, yeah, I got all these, yeah
I got all these drugs
I got all this love, I got all this love
Yeah, Maybach just got the shine, take it back to my crib (ugh)
Yeah, and you can look at these lights to see how I live (live, uh)
Yeah, you can see how the metal go inside of they head (bang, (uh))
Yeah, there's some other bullets choppin' them up, make 'em bled (dead, pfft, pfft)
Yeah, I put a rollercoaster with a chop' on they head (uh-uh)
The only time I go coast-to-coast is when I'm making a bag (uh-uh)
Yeah (yeah), look how they trippin', they slippin' up, they only got one leg
Yeah, we had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
Yeah, that blazer go high, we put the bullet on yo' head (neyow)
Every time that I'm gon' try, ended up leaving them dead (yeah)
Every time that I'm gon' fly, bulletproof my private jet (bulletproof)
Balenci, Balenci shoppin', shut the f*ck up, I don't listen when haters say-
You ain't know this life
You ain't know this life (yeah)
You ain't know this life
You ain't know this life (yeah)
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Ilya Shishkin, Javier Mercado, Steven Giron, Wyndham Srenaski
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
ORCHESTRATE
What else? What else? (On 'em)
Woo (On 'em, on 'em, lifestyle)
Woo (On 'em, what else?)
Woo (Yeah), yeah
Diamonds, uh, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (Jet), uh, you on different climates (Phew), uh
How I got this dub, uh (Yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin' (Phew), uh
Richer than they family, uh, richer than they mommies, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (What?), uh, when you hear that gun (Bah)
On 'em (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 (On 'em, yeah)
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)
Yeah, we gon' serve these bands, gon' serve this bitch, gon' serve up all night (Ooh)
Yeah, they gon' serve my drink, they gon' serve me my cup, they gon' serve me all right
And I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frogs at the back, if they jumpin' them lights, I'm tweakin' (Woo)
We got them guns if you pull up outside, are you out of your mind? You crazy? You tweakin' (Woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of mind 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, uh, yeah, 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 on the deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em
Diamonds, uh, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (Jet), uh, you on different climates (Phew), uh
How I got this dub, uh (Yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin' (Phew), uh
Richer than they family, uh, richer than they mommies, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (What?), uh, when you hear that gun (Bah)
On 'em (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 (On 'em, yeah)
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)
Yeah, we gon' serve these bands, gon' serve this bitch, gon' serve up all night (Ooh)
Yeah, they gon' serve my drink, they gon' serve me my cup, they gon' serve me all right
And I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frogs at the back, if they jumpin' them lights, I'm tweakin' (Woo)
We got them guns if you pull up outside, are you out of your mind? You crazy? You tweakin' (Woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of mind 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, uh, yeah, 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 on the deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em
Woo (On 'em, on 'em, lifestyle)
Woo (On 'em, what else?)
Woo (Yeah), yeah
Diamonds, uh, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (Jet), uh, you on different climates (Phew), uh
How I got this dub, uh (Yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin' (Phew), uh
Richer than they family, uh, richer than they mommies, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (What?), uh, when you hear that gun (Bah)
On 'em (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 (On 'em, yeah)
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)
Yeah, we gon' serve these bands, gon' serve this bitch, gon' serve up all night (Ooh)
Yeah, they gon' serve my drink, they gon' serve me my cup, they gon' serve me all right
And I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frogs at the back, if they jumpin' them lights, I'm tweakin' (Woo)
We got them guns if you pull up outside, are you out of your mind? You crazy? You tweakin' (Woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of mind 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, uh, yeah, 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 on the deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em
Diamonds, uh, girl, you see these diamonds, uh
Girl, you see this jet (Jet), uh, you on different climates (Phew), uh
How I got this dub, uh (Yeah), got it 'cause I ain't tryin' (Phew), uh
Richer than they family, uh, richer than they mommies, yeah
Hold it down, uh, when you at the club
Hold it up (What?), uh, when you hear that gun (Bah)
On 'em (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 (On 'em, yeah)
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)
Yeah, we gon' serve these bands, gon' serve this bitch, gon' serve up all night (Ooh)
Yeah, they gon' serve my drink, they gon' serve me my cup, they gon' serve me all right
And I got the Bentley, that bitch got the frogs at the back, if they jumpin' them lights, I'm tweakin' (Woo)
We got them guns if you pull up outside, are you out of your mind? You crazy? You tweakin' (Woo)
I just be out of my lane, be out of my mind, I really went out of mind 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, uh, yeah, 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 on the deep end
You say that I'm bad for no reason
Bitch, I'm back up on 'em, on 'em, on 'em
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Keian B, Primo Pepper
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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
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
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Aaron Raj Tanarasoo, Goncalo Bras, Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton, Pablo Alberto Sanchez, Bill Kapri
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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" what the cops heard (Woo)
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
On the Onda Soldier like it's somethin' (On the, 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)
(Ooh) At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds on my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
(Ooh) Crushed Perc', Perc' in (Yeah), freezin'
(Ooh) 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)
Yeah, five 10s, yeah, I need more of them (Yeah)
I don't even want no more, I need five percent, uh (Ooh)
I need five percent, uh, I need five percent (Ooh)
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" what the cops heard (Woo)
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
On the Onda Soldier like it's somethin' (On the, 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)
(Ooh) At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds on my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
(Ooh) Crushed Perc', Perc' in (Yeah), freezin'
(Ooh) F*ck that, free spin (Woo), yeah, money in
F*ck that, free win (Woo), yeah, bring it in
Woo, woo
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" what the cops heard (Woo)
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
On the Onda Soldier like it's somethin' (On the, 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)
(Ooh) At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds on my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
(Ooh) Crushed Perc', Perc' in (Yeah), freezin'
(Ooh) 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)
Yeah, five 10s, yeah, I need more of them (Yeah)
I don't even want no more, I need five percent, uh (Ooh)
I need five percent, uh, I need five percent (Ooh)
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" what the cops heard (Woo)
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
On the Onda Soldier like it's somethin' (On the, 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)
(Ooh) At the peak, at the top, ugh, diamonds on my watch, huh
Hundred mil' in this Rolls Royce, yeah, oh my God
(Ooh) Crushed Perc', Perc' in (Yeah), freezin'
(Ooh) F*ck that, free spin (Woo), yeah, money in
F*ck that, free win (Woo), yeah, bring it in
Woo, woo
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Matvei Shalnev, Primo Pepper, Steven Giron
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
GO2WORK
[ Featuring Summrs ]
(We gon' bust your head, diamond)
(Yeah, what else?)
(What else? Diamond)
Bentley (woo), truck (diamond, woo, diamond), diamonds, uh, sun (woo) (diamond)
In the night, and we demons, yeah we lurk (woo-ooh)
In the day, and you broke, go to work (woo-ooh, ah)
Diamond (go to work, go to work), diamond
Go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke
Go, go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke, yeah-yeah
Go to work, go to work, you a joke
Uh, yeah, I need nine figures
Chop they hand, chop off all they fingers (yeah)
Yeah, go 'head, be a meme, they gon' forget about you, yeah
I'm the real king Yeat, you gon' stick, go get about you
Yeah, swerve, swerve, yeah, we gon' get about you
Swerve, swerve, I take the Lamb' out of here
Go 'head, bust your head, go 'head, give me head
Go 'head, bust your diamonds, you can't get like me
Go 'head, bust your style up, go 'head, steal my jeans
Go 'head, get your shot up like a spring
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, diamonds on my team
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, they can't f*ck with me, yeah
(Ha) might hit yo' ass with a f*ckin' dart (ha)
Hop out of the muhf*ckin' truck and make them hitters spark, yeah
Beat her cat from the back, I'm lovin' this bitch arch, yeah, huh
Replace her heart, I bought this lil' bitch Chrome Hearts
I'm stuffin' the money in my pocket (what?), Get too close, I pop it
Toot up the Maybach truck, this bitch got hydraulics
I still rock ALYX with the buckle, take off my belt and whoop 'em
Or I might fry your ass on that pan and cook ya'
Tryna catch his ass at the show, okay, we book 'em (okay)
Guns hot like the Suns, D-Book 'em
All of my niggas is crooked (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get his ass whacked for that lookin' (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Turn 'em to pack like a Russian (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Stand over you then I bust ya' (woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
(We gon' bust your head, diamond, we gon' bust your head)
(Yeah, what else? Double B, bird business shit, nigga)
(What else? Diamond)
Bentley (woo), truck (diamond, woo, diamond), diamonds, uh, sun (woo) (diamond)
In the night, and we demons, yeah we lurk (woo-ooh)
In the day, and you broke, go to work (woo-ooh, ah)
Diamond (go to work, go to work), diamond
Go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke
Go, go to work (go to work), yeah, 'cause you broke, yeah-yeah
Go to work, go to work, you a joke
Uh, yeah, I need nine figures
Chop they hand, chop off all they fingers (yeah)
Yeah, go 'head, be a meme, they gon' forget about you, yeah
I'm the real king Yeat, you gon' stick, go get about you
Yeah, swerve, swerve, yeah, we gon' get about you
Swerve, swerve, I take the Lamb' out of here
Go 'head, bust your head, go 'head, give me head
Go 'head, bust your diamonds, you can't get like me
Go 'head, bust your style, go 'head, steal my jeans
Go 'head, get your shot up like a spring
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, diamonds on my team
Ha, I got these bands, yeah, they can't f*ck with me, yeah
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Deante Johnson, Javier Mercado, Robin Deibert-Patterson, Steven Giron, Thomas Cooper
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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)
(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)
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Jasper Levering
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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
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
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Jasper Levering, Quincy Kobena Agyeku Essibrah
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
ON 1
Yeah, yeah, we on one (suh)
Put your cups up, if you're on sumn' (yeah) (suh)
Double up that money, is what they all want (suh) (all)
They won't come f*ck with us, what they all want (all) (suh)
Bitch, I get that money, cause that's what I want (I want)
Yeah, and we get you tracked like an iPhone
(Track 'em, track 'em, iPhone, yeah)
Yeah, I do what I wanted
It's surfs on the side on the beach, on the kid (surf)
Stop switchin' side on your friends, hold up, geek (uh-uh-uh) (suh)
No, no-no-no, don't you lie, don't you tell me again (suh)
Double up your mind, he won't cross you aga-a-ain (suh)
Maybach off-course, driver, on me (suh)
Yeah-yeah, we smoke 'em like a Newport or Marbie (for sure)
Yeah, and we catch you, burnt shrimp, on the Barbie (burnt)
Yeah, you is not this lifestyle, it's what you wanna be (wanna be)
Yeah, it's what you wanna be, double C, Chanel
No we don't stay at no Double Tree, yeah we hit the Four Seasons every other week
Yeah, I geek up every night or every other week
Yeah, I can't decide when I'm high
High, when I'm high, huh (high)
Fly, when I'm fly (phew)
Snip 'em, cut ties (cut)
Yeah, we leave you out of shape, crinkle cut fries (yeah)
Yeah, I tried to cover my face, I'on want you to see my eyes (no)
Oh shit, my eyes open, oh, shit, a prize, uh
I want you to keep your eyes on the money at all times, huh
Yeah, we behind them lines, uh
Yeah, we do every time, uh (go)
Yeah we double up and cross 'em off and get 'em cryin', uh (again)
Yeah, yeah, we on one (suh)
Put your cups up, if you're on sumn' (yeah) (suh)
Double up that money, is what they all want (suh) (all)
They won't come f*ck with us, what they all want (all) (suh)
Bitch, I get that money, cause that's what I want (I want)
Yeah, and we get you tracked like an iPhone (track 'em, track 'em, iPhone, yeah)
Yeah, I do what I wanted
It's surfs on the side on the beach, on the kid (surf)
Stop switchin' side on your friends, hold up, geek (uh-uh-uh) (suh)
No, no-no-no, don't you lie, don't you tell me again (suh)
Double up your mind, he won't cross you aga-a-ain (suh)
Maybach off-course, driver, on me (suh)
Yeah-yeah, we smoke 'em like a Newport or Marbie (for sure)
Yeah, and we catch you, burnt shrimp, on the Barbie (burnt)
Yeah, you is not this lifestyle, it's what you wanna be (wanna be)
Yeah, it's what you wanna be, double C, Chanel
No we don't stay at no Double Tree, yeah we hit the Four Seasons every other week
Yeah, I geek up every night or every other week
Yeah, I can't decide when I'm high
High, when I'm high
Fly, when I'm fly
Snip 'em, cut ties
Yeah, we leave you out of shape, crinkle cut fries
Yeah, I tried to cover my face, I want you to see my eyes
Put your cups up, if you're on sumn' (yeah) (suh)
Double up that money, is what they all want (suh) (all)
They won't come f*ck with us, what they all want (all) (suh)
Bitch, I get that money, cause that's what I want (I want)
Yeah, and we get you tracked like an iPhone
(Track 'em, track 'em, iPhone, yeah)
Yeah, I do what I wanted
It's surfs on the side on the beach, on the kid (surf)
Stop switchin' side on your friends, hold up, geek (uh-uh-uh) (suh)
No, no-no-no, don't you lie, don't you tell me again (suh)
Double up your mind, he won't cross you aga-a-ain (suh)
Maybach off-course, driver, on me (suh)
Yeah-yeah, we smoke 'em like a Newport or Marbie (for sure)
Yeah, and we catch you, burnt shrimp, on the Barbie (burnt)
Yeah, you is not this lifestyle, it's what you wanna be (wanna be)
Yeah, it's what you wanna be, double C, Chanel
No we don't stay at no Double Tree, yeah we hit the Four Seasons every other week
Yeah, I geek up every night or every other week
Yeah, I can't decide when I'm high
High, when I'm high, huh (high)
Fly, when I'm fly (phew)
Snip 'em, cut ties (cut)
Yeah, we leave you out of shape, crinkle cut fries (yeah)
Yeah, I tried to cover my face, I'on want you to see my eyes (no)
Oh shit, my eyes open, oh, shit, a prize, uh
I want you to keep your eyes on the money at all times, huh
Yeah, we behind them lines, uh
Yeah, we do every time, uh (go)
Yeah we double up and cross 'em off and get 'em cryin', uh (again)
Yeah, yeah, we on one (suh)
Put your cups up, if you're on sumn' (yeah) (suh)
Double up that money, is what they all want (suh) (all)
They won't come f*ck with us, what they all want (all) (suh)
Bitch, I get that money, cause that's what I want (I want)
Yeah, and we get you tracked like an iPhone (track 'em, track 'em, iPhone, yeah)
Yeah, I do what I wanted
It's surfs on the side on the beach, on the kid (surf)
Stop switchin' side on your friends, hold up, geek (uh-uh-uh) (suh)
No, no-no-no, don't you lie, don't you tell me again (suh)
Double up your mind, he won't cross you aga-a-ain (suh)
Maybach off-course, driver, on me (suh)
Yeah-yeah, we smoke 'em like a Newport or Marbie (for sure)
Yeah, and we catch you, burnt shrimp, on the Barbie (burnt)
Yeah, you is not this lifestyle, it's what you wanna be (wanna be)
Yeah, it's what you wanna be, double C, Chanel
No we don't stay at no Double Tree, yeah we hit the Four Seasons every other week
Yeah, I geek up every night or every other week
Yeah, I can't decide when I'm high
High, when I'm high
Fly, when I'm fly
Snip 'em, cut ties
Yeah, we leave you out of shape, crinkle cut fries
Yeah, I tried to cover my face, I want you to see my eyes
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Alexey Grachev, Brady Tremblay, Javier Mercado, Primo Pepper
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
FLYTROOP
(Why they stop and stare, huh? 'Cause they know I'm famous)
(We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrance)
Huh, I'm a fly soldier, I'm a fly troop
Uh, I'm a king high, I'm on king moon (phew)
(Phew) we on X too (yeah)
Huh, come for necks too (yeah, crazy)
Come outside, yeah, with a gun, and we get you, shoot
Pop outside, send a parachute (yeah, crazy)
I'm a God compared to you (bih, already said, woo)
You a lil' ass shrimp (bih', on my side), I'm a barracuda (woo, okay)
It's embarrassin' comparison (bih, on my side, woo)
Uh (bih), I could barely stand, I could barely sit (scary)
When you pop outside, don't it get scary?
When you clear up old lies (phew, it's said), don't it get scary?
Holdin' up the weight on your shoulder, you can't carry
Yeah, we call you six feet, 'cause we get you buried (woo-ooh)
Everybody be on the same shit
Every time I f*ck up somethin' else, I make the lane switch
Every time (err) I do some for myself, I make the payments
Every time (phew) I do some for myself this shit get dangerous
I could tell you normal life ain't comin', 'cause shit get dangerous
I could smell your bullshit over here, like I work at fragrance
(Why they stop and stare, huh? 'Cause they know I'm famous)
(We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrants)
(Gotta know I'm famous, yeah, play no flagrants)
Huh, I'm a fly soldier, I'm a fly troop (woo)
Uh, I'm a king high, I'm on king moon (woo-ha)
(Phew) we on X too (yeah)
Huh, come for necks too (yeah, crazy)
(Ahh) come outside, yeah, with a gun, and we get you, shoot (ahh)
Pop outside, send a parachute (yeah, crazy)
I'm a God compared to you (bih, already said, woo)
You a lil' ass shrimp (bih, on my side), I'm a barracuda (woo, okay)
It's embarrassin' comparison (bih, on my side, woo)
Uh (bih), I could barely stand, I could barely sit (scary)
When you pop outside, don't it get scary?
When you clear up old lies (phew, it's said), don't it get scary?
Holdin' up the weight on your shoulder, you can't carry
Yeah, we call you six feet, 'cause we get you buried (woo-ooh)
Everybody be on the same shit
Every time I f*ck up somethin' else, I make the lane switch
Every time (err) I do some for myself, I make the payments
Every time (phew) I do some for myself this shit get dangerous
I could tell you normal life ain't comin', 'cause shit get dangerous
I could smell your bullshit over here, like I work at fragrance
(Watch these diamonds down, huh, 'cause they know I'm famous)
(We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrants)
(We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrance)
Huh, I'm a fly soldier, I'm a fly troop
Uh, I'm a king high, I'm on king moon (phew)
(Phew) we on X too (yeah)
Huh, come for necks too (yeah, crazy)
Come outside, yeah, with a gun, and we get you, shoot
Pop outside, send a parachute (yeah, crazy)
I'm a God compared to you (bih, already said, woo)
You a lil' ass shrimp (bih', on my side), I'm a barracuda (woo, okay)
It's embarrassin' comparison (bih, on my side, woo)
Uh (bih), I could barely stand, I could barely sit (scary)
When you pop outside, don't it get scary?
When you clear up old lies (phew, it's said), don't it get scary?
Holdin' up the weight on your shoulder, you can't carry
Yeah, we call you six feet, 'cause we get you buried (woo-ooh)
Everybody be on the same shit
Every time I f*ck up somethin' else, I make the lane switch
Every time (err) I do some for myself, I make the payments
Every time (phew) I do some for myself this shit get dangerous
I could tell you normal life ain't comin', 'cause shit get dangerous
I could smell your bullshit over here, like I work at fragrance
(Why they stop and stare, huh? 'Cause they know I'm famous)
(We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrants)
(Gotta know I'm famous, yeah, play no flagrants)
Huh, I'm a fly soldier, I'm a fly troop (woo)
Uh, I'm a king high, I'm on king moon (woo-ha)
(Phew) we on X too (yeah)
Huh, come for necks too (yeah, crazy)
(Ahh) come outside, yeah, with a gun, and we get you, shoot (ahh)
Pop outside, send a parachute (yeah, crazy)
I'm a God compared to you (bih, already said, woo)
You a lil' ass shrimp (bih, on my side), I'm a barracuda (woo, okay)
It's embarrassin' comparison (bih, on my side, woo)
Uh (bih), I could barely stand, I could barely sit (scary)
When you pop outside, don't it get scary?
When you clear up old lies (phew, it's said), don't it get scary?
Holdin' up the weight on your shoulder, you can't carry
Yeah, we call you six feet, 'cause we get you buried (woo-ooh)
Everybody be on the same shit
Every time I f*ck up somethin' else, I make the lane switch
Every time (err) I do some for myself, I make the payments
Every time (phew) I do some for myself this shit get dangerous
I could tell you normal life ain't comin', 'cause shit get dangerous
I could smell your bullshit over here, like I work at fragrance
(Watch these diamonds down, huh, 'cause they know I'm famous)
(We don't play it fair, huh, uh, play no flagrants)
Writer: Alexey Grachev, Synthetic, Noah Olivier Smith, Xbrvdy, Matvey Shalnev
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc.
ELIMINATE
(Whoo) I keep talkin'
(Whoo) 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 takе my class (Ahh)
We even got thеm bands, huh, we even got them clamped (Woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, a-ha
Maison Margiela (Woo), huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh (Woo-ooh)
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)
(Fun) Yeah we gon' kill for fun, I dare you to pop the gun (F*ck)
In the whip, 2201, yeah (Wha'?), we got the five on the run (Ack)
You gotta play both sides, we got slip on tires
We got care 'bout lies, diamonds in the eyes
Yeah, walk in Saint Laurent, yeah
Walked in on these diamonds, I done f*cked up another night (Eh-eh)
We dogs, yeah, we mutts, Caveman as it come
We make lots of money, we make girls cum
We geek up for fun, geek up, hit my blunt
I heard you's a bitch, yeah, it's your time to munt
Don't turn me down, they tripping out like tramadol (Ooh, ooh)
Residue like gunpowder, I'm bomb makin', ha
I was broke, I had this shit (Shit)
I knew I had this shit, yeah, go talk to majesty (Don't talk)
He died, it's tragedy, caught ballin' like Major League, yeah (Woo)
I got two hundred f*ckin' guns, you ain't matchin' me, yeah (Woo)
You ain't matchin' me, yeah, you ain't passin' me (Woo-ooh)
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 (Woo-ooh)
It's time to slime again (Ahh)
It's time to come back everytime, and show 'em how we win
(Woo-ooh) F*ck up from the night, yeah
(Whoo) I keep talkin'
(Whoo) 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, a-ha
(Ah) Maison Margiela, huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh
(Woo-ooh) Yeah, new chain from Moss, yeah, don't touch my bezel
(Whoo) 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 takе my class (Ahh)
We even got thеm bands, huh, we even got them clamped (Woo, ooh)
You tryna do what you can't do, you tryna be who you can't, a-ha
Maison Margiela (Woo), huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh (Woo-ooh)
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)
(Fun) Yeah we gon' kill for fun, I dare you to pop the gun (F*ck)
In the whip, 2201, yeah (Wha'?), we got the five on the run (Ack)
You gotta play both sides, we got slip on tires
We got care 'bout lies, diamonds in the eyes
Yeah, walk in Saint Laurent, yeah
Walked in on these diamonds, I done f*cked up another night (Eh-eh)
We dogs, yeah, we mutts, Caveman as it come
We make lots of money, we make girls cum
We geek up for fun, geek up, hit my blunt
I heard you's a bitch, yeah, it's your time to munt
Don't turn me down, they tripping out like tramadol (Ooh, ooh)
Residue like gunpowder, I'm bomb makin', ha
I was broke, I had this shit (Shit)
I knew I had this shit, yeah, go talk to majesty (Don't talk)
He died, it's tragedy, caught ballin' like Major League, yeah (Woo)
I got two hundred f*ckin' guns, you ain't matchin' me, yeah (Woo)
You ain't matchin' me, yeah, you ain't passin' me (Woo-ooh)
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 (Woo-ooh)
It's time to slime again (Ahh)
It's time to come back everytime, and show 'em how we win
(Woo-ooh) F*ck up from the night, yeah
(Whoo) I keep talkin'
(Whoo) 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, a-ha
(Ah) Maison Margiela, huh, spaceman, got new leather, huh
(Woo-ooh) Yeah, new chain from Moss, yeah, don't touch my bezel
Writer: Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Rafe Nelson, Spencer Mott
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
LYING 5 FUN
(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh
(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)
(Ooh woo, woo)
Uh, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X
Like I told you boys again, they foreign checks, huh
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do thots from side to side
We don't do thots, we up and down
We don't do old money, only do new money
Yeah, we got thots, they coming around
Loaded up, pulling up, bitch, every time I'm holdin' it down, here from the ground
Lil' Uzi bussin', yeah, Lil Uzi adlib, turn it around, turn it around
Bitch, I'm a big bank motherf*cker, yeah, holding me down
Bitch, I'm a rich-ass motherf*cker, yeah, yeah, holding me down
Yeah, slap that bitch from the back, I'm a dog, she own this pound, uh, yeah
We on a new level, everything, f*ck 'em, we holdin' the sound down
F*ck, I think we got the money, we hold them in all the accounts
Yeah, we don't do lil' shit, we don't give no shit, no ounce
Yeah, he gon' f*ck that thot, f*ck her, 'round the house, yeah
(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh
(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh
(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)
(Ooh woo, woo)
Uh, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X, yeah, I'm still on X
Like I told you boys again, they foreign checks, huh
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do foreign checks, they bounce
We don't do thots from side to side
We don't do thots, we up and down
We don't do old money, only do new money
Yeah, we got thots, they coming around
Loaded up, pulling up, bitch, every time I'm holdin' it down, here from the ground
Lil' Uzi bussin', yeah, Lil Uzi adlib, turn it around, turn it around
Bitch, I'm a big bank motherf*cker, yeah, holding me down
Bitch, I'm a rich-ass motherf*cker, yeah, yeah, holding me down
Yeah, slap that bitch from the back, I'm a dog, she own this pound, uh, yeah
We on a new level, everything, f*ck 'em, we holdin' the sound down
F*ck, I think we got the money, we hold them in all the accounts
Yeah, we don't do lil' shit, we don't give no shit, no ounce
Yeah, he gon' f*ck that thot, f*ck her, 'round the house, yeah
(Ooh, ah, woah, woah) sittin' outside, sittin' outside
Yeah, we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (woo, woo)
Yeah, and we sittin' outside, sittin' outside, bitch (hrr, hrr)
Yeah, hit my main hit his side bitch (hrr, hrr)
Hey, cut off they head, cut off they tops, bitch (yeah)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
New level, new level, you must have thought I was done (woo, woo)
Play with us, sittin' outside, we can get you chopped, bitch, huh (ha)
I got too many guns, too many chopsticks, uh (the f*ck?)
All of my gang familia, all of my gang familiar, uh
Suck my dick through my pants, I'm finna f*ck that twat, yeah
I got too many Benjamins, who countin' my pockets? Uh
Look here, a thot, oh no, look here, a thot, huh
Look here, a thot
Yeah, I'm hooked on the highs, huh
I like when you suck my dick, huh
I like when you suck my- (phew)
I like when you suck my dick
This here a thot, you ain't here on shit, huh
(Ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, huh (ooh)
You must have thought I was done, huh, yeah
We lying for fun, and bitch, just do what I want
You must have thought I was done
You must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
Pull up in that big Bentley truck (ah, ah)
Come on, you must have thought I was done (ah, ah)
The f*ck? You must have thought it was guns (ah, ah- woo, woo)
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Rafe Nelson, William Slayton Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
NEW HIGH
[ Featuring Don Toliver ]
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)
You like to only call when it appropriate to you (ah, hoo)
You act like it's misery around, cause all I see through (through, ooh)
Yeah, let's go back to Beverly Hills (Hills)
Yeah, let's go back to when you was in your feels (feel)
I'm inside em', big trucks baby, huh (baby)
I'm outside, I count big bucks, baby, huh (baby, uh)
Promise, I won't f*ck wit' them baby, huh (I won't)
Come outside, baby, I'm not crazy, baby (ooh)
Yeah, and I could pull up with diamonds, 24/7 like Rick Owen (Rick Owen)
I was tryna tell you I never miss, like a free throw (bang)
When the opp side get four M's, I'm like, "Oh my God, I need those"
And I like when you pull a bend-over, yeah, when you're reachin' your toes
Lyfestyler, a lavish lyfestyler
I could get you cooked like a motherf*ckin' lyfestyler
I move through life- through life slow
Don't listen to, don't listen to the crowd
Iced out with mink coat, invented like my flow
Why would I f*ck with 'em? They'll get paid half my show
All white, all white, all white, like The Pope
I was doin' shit on the snow
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)
I get Ricky denim, yes, a lot, like, come on
A bag full of cash, you can smell that I'm on
My lifestyle crazy, I can't talk on the phone
I whip it out the pot, it looks like Grey Poupon
Check up on my diamonds, and, ooh, she was crazy
Wanna get your girl, 'cause she just keep on starin'
I took way too many shrooms, this shit is really scary
And way too much drank, I'm drinkin' apparently
You say you like fashion, she say she like vintage
Hit her from the back, pullin' her extensions
She callin' her man up, I am not to mention
She just went from rags, then booted up to riches
New high, new high, yeah
New high, paid for all that she like
You say you like her fashion, you say you like vintage (vintage, uh)
You like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like), you like (you like)
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Caleb Zackery Toliver, Javier Mercado, Keian Hernandez Bohn, Primo Pepper
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
SO WHAT
So what? And I'm fried, so what? (What?)
And I'm high, so what? And I'm rich, so what? (Woo)
And the bitch drink my nut, and I'm lit, so what?
And I'm fried, so what? (What?) And I'm high, so what?
And I'm rich, so what? (So what?) This bitch drink my nut
And I'm lit, so what? And I'm lit, so what?
Got twelvers wanting a gun, how we doing too much?
You a bum, you get crushed (so what?), We'll turn you to mush (so what?)
Yeah, she love when she call, she love when she come too
If you toppin' him off, then you must be a bitch too (swerve)
It's a move, got too much money, I don't know what to do
Yeah, coming through in this big body Tonka, you 'posed to move
Yeah, yeah, you fake streams, you fakin' this money, you fakin' views
Yeah, and you confused, you don't know what else I could lose
Yeah (so what?), Come in twos, we don't know who else I could do (hold it up)
Yeah, break the news, we don't got nothin' else left to prove (hold it up)
Huh, get high, move, what the f*ck else we expect to do? (Hold it up)
Yeah, so what? I like to get high, bitch
So what? (Hold it up) I like to get fly, bitch (hold it up)
(So what? Yeah, so what?)
(Bang)
I got the Bentley goin' overdrive
I got the cash on me like I'm fried (so what?)
I got these shades on me 'cause I'm fried
And I got the cash on me like I'm fried
So what? And I'm fried, so what? (What?)
And I'm high, so what? And I'm rich, so what? (Woo)
And the bitch drink my nut, and I'm lit, so what?
And I'm fried, so what? (What?) And I'm high, so what?
And I'm rich, so what? (So what?) This bitch drink my nut
And I'm lit, so what? And I'm lit, so what?
Got twelvers wanting a gun, how we doing too much?
You a bum, you get crushed (so what?), We'll turn you to mush (so what?)
Yeah, she love when she call, she love when she come too
If you toppin' him off, then you must be a bitch too (swerve)
It's a move, got too much money, I don't know what to do
Yeah, coming through in this big body Tonka, you 'posed to move
Yeah, yeah, you fake streams, you fakin' this money, you fakin' views
Yeah, and you confused, you don't know what else I could lose
Yeah (so what?), Come in twos, we don't know who else I could do (hold it up)
Yeah, break the news, we don't got nothin' else left to prove (hold it up)
Huh, get high, move, what the f*ck else we expect to do? (Hold it up)
Yeah, so what? I like to get high, bitch
So what? (Hold it up) I like to get fly, bitch (hold it up)
(So what? Yeah, so what?)
And I'm high, so what? And I'm rich, so what? (Woo)
And the bitch drink my nut, and I'm lit, so what?
And I'm fried, so what? (What?) And I'm high, so what?
And I'm rich, so what? (So what?) This bitch drink my nut
And I'm lit, so what? And I'm lit, so what?
Got twelvers wanting a gun, how we doing too much?
You a bum, you get crushed (so what?), We'll turn you to mush (so what?)
Yeah, she love when she call, she love when she come too
If you toppin' him off, then you must be a bitch too (swerve)
It's a move, got too much money, I don't know what to do
Yeah, coming through in this big body Tonka, you 'posed to move
Yeah, yeah, you fake streams, you fakin' this money, you fakin' views
Yeah, and you confused, you don't know what else I could lose
Yeah (so what?), Come in twos, we don't know who else I could do (hold it up)
Yeah, break the news, we don't got nothin' else left to prove (hold it up)
Huh, get high, move, what the f*ck else we expect to do? (Hold it up)
Yeah, so what? I like to get high, bitch
So what? (Hold it up) I like to get fly, bitch (hold it up)
(So what? Yeah, so what?)
(Bang)
I got the Bentley goin' overdrive
I got the cash on me like I'm fried (so what?)
I got these shades on me 'cause I'm fried
And I got the cash on me like I'm fried
So what? And I'm fried, so what? (What?)
And I'm high, so what? And I'm rich, so what? (Woo)
And the bitch drink my nut, and I'm lit, so what?
And I'm fried, so what? (What?) And I'm high, so what?
And I'm rich, so what? (So what?) This bitch drink my nut
And I'm lit, so what? And I'm lit, so what?
Got twelvers wanting a gun, how we doing too much?
You a bum, you get crushed (so what?), We'll turn you to mush (so what?)
Yeah, she love when she call, she love when she come too
If you toppin' him off, then you must be a bitch too (swerve)
It's a move, got too much money, I don't know what to do
Yeah, coming through in this big body Tonka, you 'posed to move
Yeah, yeah, you fake streams, you fakin' this money, you fakin' views
Yeah, and you confused, you don't know what else I could lose
Yeah (so what?), Come in twos, we don't know who else I could do (hold it up)
Yeah, break the news, we don't got nothin' else left to prove (hold it up)
Huh, get high, move, what the f*ck else we expect to do? (Hold it up)
Yeah, so what? I like to get high, bitch
So what? (Hold it up) I like to get fly, bitch (hold it up)
(So what? Yeah, so what?)
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Javier Mercado, Juan Alvarado, Rafe Nelson, Steven Giron
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyfestyle
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
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
Writer: Noah Smith, Javier Mercado
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
GOD TALKIN SHHH
Woo, woo
They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim
She like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
When we jumped out and shoot a motherf*cker
We just pulled up outside, got it all like a pilgrim (pilgrim)
Why they like this sound? I f*ck they eardrums (shh, shh)
Call me like a coin, I make that money pump
Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, I'm pump
F*cking these twats up (ha)
We been f*cking these knots up
We done got these bands up
Make the money twerk like a mother f*cking dancer
I can do whatever the f*ck, I won't get cancelled (ooh)
Why you join this army? You gon' serve these f*cking bands (ahh)
Don't tell me shit 'bout what the f*ck you ever can do (ooh)
You can show me books, I'm gon' burn us like a candle
Bitch, I'm front and center, yeah, Julius Randle
New York like the knicks, and I still got my shank, huh
Mini gun on top of that blick (buh-buh-buh), sitting on that tank
And I still got my army, yeah, f*ck what you think
Yeah, I'm still a drug addict, still sippin' mighty, yeah
Shawty don't even know what's up with them, we overseas
Most them don't even know the CEO, that's how I see it
All my baby suck my dick every time I pull my pants up
You say you get this bread, but you work at Quiznos
Real shit, that the boy dead
Yeah, only real ones know what's that
A lot of brothers ain't have my back
I'on feel a way, I cut them off easy
Yeah, I take that slice, and take that shit cheesy
Yeah, all them rats, all them mice, Swiss cheesy
Yeah, I'm Jesus with these thorns, bitch, I'm still bleeding (doo-doo-doo)
I was young when I seen them aliens come (doo-doo-doo)
They told me what to do and what to run (yeah)
I'on even try to be mean or try to be this or that (bitch)
I try to do what the f*ck I do and run that back (awoo)
They forgot awoo, like I would, I'm the wolf, yeah
Taliban my head like a shaman, like a monk, yeah (awoo)
Yeah, you getting chewed bitch like some bubble gum that's run through
Top dog, big boy, yeah, I do my grunt (huh)
No we not no quarterbacks at all but we gon' punt through (awoo)
Yeah, I f*ck that twat up, show me what that cunt do
You know Yeat at the 'member when he come through
They see seven on seven tied, I'ma teach you 'bout severance
Least I know how to turn it, 737 on badminton
Lil bitch banded, we gon' give you a baby
Tuck you in your bed and we passing you the binky
Rolly polly .308, we shoot 'em like the minky
I ain't sober, I'ma geek soldier when I'm drinking
Hold your thought, shut the f*ck up while I'm thinking (huh)
Big gun, big truck, pull up with that minky
Watch 'em fall down like you drown, like you sinking (sink)
Yeah, I cut you off like I'm blind, ain't no blinking
They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim, she like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
We popped out and shoot a mother f*cker
They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim
She like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
When we jumped out and shoot a motherf*cker
We just pulled up outside, got it all like a pilgrim (pilgrim)
Why they like this sound? I f*ck they eardrums (shh, shh)
Call me like a coin, I make that money pump
Yeah, shoot 'em with that buck shot, I'm pump
F*cking these twats up (ha)
We been f*cking these knots up
We done got these bands up
Make the money twerk like a mother f*cking dancer
I can do whatever the f*ck, I won't get cancelled (ooh)
Why you join this army? You gon' serve these f*cking bands (ahh)
Don't tell me shit 'bout what the f*ck you ever can do (ooh)
You can show me books, I'm gon' burn us like a candle
Bitch, I'm front and center, yeah, Julius Randle
New York like the knicks, and I still got my shank, huh
Mini gun on top of that blick (buh-buh-buh), sitting on that tank
And I still got my army, yeah, f*ck what you think
Yeah, I'm still a drug addict, still sippin' mighty, yeah
Shawty don't even know what's up with them, we overseas
Most them don't even know the CEO, that's how I see it
All my baby suck my dick every time I pull my pants up
You say you get this bread, but you work at Quiznos
Real shit, that the boy dead
Yeah, only real ones know what's that
A lot of brothers ain't have my back
I'on feel a way, I cut them off easy
Yeah, I take that slice, and take that shit cheesy
Yeah, all them rats, all them mice, Swiss cheesy
Yeah, I'm Jesus with these thorns, bitch, I'm still bleeding (doo-doo-doo)
I was young when I seen them aliens come (doo-doo-doo)
They told me what to do and what to run (yeah)
I'on even try to be mean or try to be this or that (bitch)
I try to do what the f*ck I do and run that back (awoo)
They forgot awoo, like I would, I'm the wolf, yeah
Taliban my head like a shaman, like a monk, yeah (awoo)
Yeah, you getting chewed bitch like some bubble gum that's run through
Top dog, big boy, yeah, I do my grunt (huh)
No we not no quarterbacks at all but we gon' punt through (awoo)
Yeah, I f*ck that twat up, show me what that cunt do
You know Yeat at the 'member when he come through
They see seven on seven tied, I'ma teach you 'bout severance
Least I know how to turn it, 737 on badminton
Lil bitch banded, we gon' give you a baby
Tuck you in your bed and we passing you the binky
Rolly polly .308, we shoot 'em like the minky
I ain't sober, I'ma geek soldier when I'm drinking
Hold your thought, shut the f*ck up while I'm thinking (huh)
Big gun, big truck, pull up with that minky
Watch 'em fall down like you drown, like you sinking (sink)
Yeah, I cut you off like I'm blind, ain't no blinking
They thought I was motherf*ckin' pilgrim, she like it when she feel good
Geeked up member top dog, real top dog
We popped out and shoot a mother f*cker
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Artem Zherdev, Javier Mercado, Primo Pepper, Wyndham Srenaski
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
LYFE PARTY
Outside, outside, yeah, outside
Yeah, yeah yeah shawty
Yeah, we outside, shawty
Tellin' lies, ballin'
Come again, shawty
Yeah, we outside, shawty
(Are you bein' so-, are you bein' so for real-?)
Are you bein' so for real, shawty?
Shit could get confusin' with the man
We outside with Bentley truck, huh
Yeah, all of us outside more, all of us on Brentwood
All my diamonds shine hoe
All these muthaf*ckin' fake ass bitches, buyin' streams, hoe
When you real like me, all the real bleed through like a bandaid, huh-huh
Yeah, we don't f*ck with them, and they don't f*ck with us
Ain't no shit has changed, huh
Yeah, I'on ask for approval, heh-heh
Yeah, all my cars bought, no renewal, heh-heh
Everything we touch so hot, It's fifty thousand degrees
Weep down on your knees if you tell the God "Please"
Yeah, tell me when you mean it, yeah, don't lie to me
Yeah, huh, I ain't actin' like nobody that I'm not
High and faded, kill somebody or cut off people, that's just my plot
Lock in, shawty
In Tonka, huh, big body
Bitch, I'm geeked up, give a f*ck 'bout it
Huh, I'm in the Maybach, 'clinin' the seat, and this bih' hydraulic
Every time they need it, I put four million to the rocket
I'on f*ck with 'em all, yeah, yeah, yeah, stop it
Stop it, heh-huh
Ain't see what they could do to them
And you know that I ain't new to this lil' life here
Gotta tell shawty "Wassup", yeah, tell 'em it's up
They ain't f*ckin' with us, so f*ck 'em all
Yeah, we outside, shawty
Tellin' lies, ballin'
Come again, shawty
Yeah, we outside, shawty
(Are you bein' so-, are you bein' so for real-?)
Are you bein' so for real, shawty?
Yeah, yeah yeah shawty
Yeah, we outside, shawty
Tellin' lies, ballin'
Come again, shawty
Yeah, we outside, shawty
(Are you bein' so-, are you bein' so for real-?)
Are you bein' so for real, shawty?
Shit could get confusin' with the man
We outside with Bentley truck, huh
Yeah, all of us outside more, all of us on Brentwood
All my diamonds shine hoe
All these muthaf*ckin' fake ass bitches, buyin' streams, hoe
When you real like me, all the real bleed through like a bandaid, huh-huh
Yeah, we don't f*ck with them, and they don't f*ck with us
Ain't no shit has changed, huh
Yeah, I'on ask for approval, heh-heh
Yeah, all my cars bought, no renewal, heh-heh
Everything we touch so hot, It's fifty thousand degrees
Weep down on your knees if you tell the God "Please"
Yeah, tell me when you mean it, yeah, don't lie to me
Yeah, huh, I ain't actin' like nobody that I'm not
High and faded, kill somebody or cut off people, that's just my plot
Lock in, shawty
In Tonka, huh, big body
Bitch, I'm geeked up, give a f*ck 'bout it
Huh, I'm in the Maybach, 'clinin' the seat, and this bih' hydraulic
Every time they need it, I put four million to the rocket
I'on f*ck with 'em all, yeah, yeah, yeah, stop it
Stop it, heh-huh
Ain't see what they could do to them
And you know that I ain't new to this lil' life here
Gotta tell shawty "Wassup", yeah, tell 'em it's up
They ain't f*ckin' with us, so f*ck 'em all
Yeah, we outside, shawty
Tellin' lies, ballin'
Come again, shawty
Yeah, we outside, shawty
(Are you bein' so-, are you bein' so for real-?)
Are you bein' so for real, shawty?
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Juan Alvarado, Javier Mercado, Rafe Nelson, Steven Giron
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
FATE (BONUS)
[FATË]
(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) Ridin' with my windows down on this bitch, yeah, down on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yes, I was sellin' faith, ah (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo) 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 drivin', I keep drivin' 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 told me what to—
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) Maybe I'm really not from this Earth
I got what I deservе, 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 еarth
I had to roll my turf, I had to hold my spot
I had to hold my Glock, yeah, I gotta point the 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, yeah, down on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yes, I was sellin' faith, ah (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo) 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 drivin' (I seen a thousand things), I keep drivin' life
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 told me what to—
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) Maybe I'm really not from this Earth
(I seen a thousand things, I seen a thousand things)
[A DANGEROUS LYFE]
I'ma end this off on a good note (Yeah)
I hope you ready for A DANGEROUS LYFE
Hope you get ready, I won't tell you twice, ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's a bad world, bad world for you, bad world for me
I'm a drug addict, I can't stay asleep
Always out my mind, always on the tweak
If it's a dangerous life for you, then it's a dangerous life for me, yeah
I can't handle shit (Yeah, oh-oh), I can't handle shit, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I done had feelings (I'ma lay off the tweak)
(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) Ridin' with my windows down on this bitch, yeah, down on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yes, I was sellin' faith, ah (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo) 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 drivin', I keep drivin' 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 told me what to—
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) Maybe I'm really not from this Earth
I got what I deservе, 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 еarth
I had to roll my turf, I had to hold my spot
I had to hold my Glock, yeah, I gotta point the 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, yeah, down on this bitch (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo, I seen a thousand things) Ridin' in this bitch, 'round town on this bitch
(I seen a thousand things) I was sellin' hope, yes, I was sellin' faith, ah (I seen a thousand things)
(Ah-woo) 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 drivin' (I seen a thousand things), I keep drivin' life
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 told me what to—
Told, told me what to do, told me what to do
(I seen a thousand things) Maybe I'm really not from this Earth
(I seen a thousand things, I seen a thousand things)
[A DANGEROUS LYFE]
I'ma end this off on a good note (Yeah)
I hope you ready for A DANGEROUS LYFE
Hope you get ready, I won't tell you twice, ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's a bad world, bad world for you, bad world for me
I'm a drug addict, I can't stay asleep
Always out my mind, always on the tweak
If it's a dangerous life for you, then it's a dangerous life for me, yeah
I can't handle shit (Yeah, oh-oh), I can't handle shit, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I done had feelings (I'ma lay off the tweak)
Writer: Noah Oliver Smith, Nikita Vladimirovich Zvorygin, Luke O'Donovan, Gabriel St-Onge, Darko Ivancevic, Javier Mercado Mercado
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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
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YeatStill, 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
Genre(s): Rap
Producer(s): Synthetic
Released: October 18th, 2024
Year: 2024