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Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
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Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CGM
CGM
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Lyrics

X ta C, protecting me You could say I'm 'bout shit 'cause I do it all Yeah Yeat, yeat (Yeah, X ta C) I'm in Neiman's, we gon' shut down the store, that's for sure I've been vibed out, so my wave gon' hit the shore All my Oxys on the table, this bitch just thought that shit was cold Ask me what my lifestyle, I had to get up off the floor Ask me why my life's over bitch, I got up, gotta go Gotta change your lifestyle, get that money and gotta go All my twizzys know what time we on before we hit the show All my bizzies think I wifed 'em but I ain't goin' for shit I got twizzy down the road, and he got chickens like a store I almost gotta let the studio run that shit, could burn a home Five-percent tinted windows, I can't see this shit, I don't know Gotta stack up all this money I ain't crazy like a hoe I feel like Lil Uzi, you heard what I said lil' bitch! I'm the richest one now, left you on read lil' bitch Yeah, and I'm booted off the drugs, I don't even feel like me Shut up baby girl I want 'em drugs, you really my ecstasy I be so damn high and so paranoid, I don't need them next to me Yeah I get this cash, but I don't know what really next to me Since I'm next up, that bitch wan' steal my kids, vasectomy Fuck it, girl I'm really-, I know she wanna have sex with me Upside down tee, this the one that protecting me When I was down bad, ain't no one assisting me VLONE shit is lame as fuck, I been just rocking that Telfar tee Unless that VLONE on that Forgiato, that shit a specialty Wake up when it's 1AM, get active, that's my recipe (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you gotta leave, you gotta leave, you gotta leave You gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta leave You gotta go, you gotta go, you gotta go I'm in Neiman's, we gon' shut down the store, that for sure I've been vibed out, so my wave gon' hit the shore All my Oxys on the table, this bitch just thought that shit was coke Ask me what my lifestyle, I had to get up off the floor Ask me why my life's over, bitch, I got up, gotta go Gotta change your lifestyle, get that money and gotta go All my twizzys know what time we on before we hit the show All my bizzies think I wifed 'em but I ain't goin' for shit I got twizzy down the road, and he got chickens like a store I almost gotta let the studio run that shit, could burn a home Five-percent tinted windows, I can't see this shit, I don't know Gotta stack up all this money I ain't crazy like a hoe I feel like Lil Uzi, you heard what I said lil' bitch! I'm the richest one now, left you on read lil' bitch Yeah, and I'm booted off the drugs, I don't even feel like me Shut up baby girl I want 'em drugs, you really my ecstasy
Writer(s): Noah Olivier Smith, Christian Montoya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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