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Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Curseful
Curseful
Producer

Lyrics

What they talking 'bout? (Yeat, Yeat) We just hit the mall (just hit the mall) Diamonds and everything (Yeat, Yeat) We still got 'em on Bitch Huh, come on Just left the mall, huh, come on With my slatt, we gon' ball, ball (twizzy, twizzy) And the Drac' go boom (Draco, Draco, boom, boom, boom) Tell them all make room (tell 'em let me in) With the set go Woo (Woo) Spin the block in the Trackhawk, it say zoom (mmm, zoom) Going 312 in the SRT, make the news (SRT) I rocked every part of Balenci', my shoes and now I'm confused (and high) All these kids gon' dick ride and dick suck just for some views (let's go) I just popped a couplе Perky's, I took me a pair of 2's (on sixty) Now we jumping in this function off this molly, brеak the roof Break the roof, break the roof Break the roof, break the roof Break the roof, break the roof Break the roof (break the roof) He not sliding (he ain't sliding) Huh, he lying (Why he lying?) He not nothing, okay (Why you lying, huh?) This shit mine, why you trying? (Eenie meenie) You not nothing, okay Yeah, do that dance, you just got that bread, get your bands up We gon' dance, we got a couple strippers, bitches dancin' Watch me go and fuck the whole game up, no answer How the fuck is you stealing my sauce right now, bitch I must teach you manners My bad, I just walked in, right now, what's going on with you (What's going on with you?) Talking 'bout- yeah, I'm talking 'bout Lamb Truck Lil' boy got no bread lil boy just go go get your hunnids up I just do what I want like everyday, go fuck your monies up I just got some bread, we 'bout to hit tattoos (get tatted up) I don't even gotta ask you who the fuck who think you being as fresh as us I don't even need no fans, I got cults 'cause we big as fuck I just made twenty bands on some Perky's 'cause I'm rich as fuck Just left the mall, huh, come on With my slatt, we gon' ball, ball (twizzy, twizzy) And the Drac' go boom (Draco, Draco, boom, boom, boom) Tell them all make room (tell 'em let me in) With the set go Woo (Woo) Spin the block in the Trackhawk, it say zoom (mmm, zoom) Going 312 in the SRT, make the news (SRT) I rocked every part of Balenci', my shoes and now I'm confused (and high) All these kids gon' dick ride and dick suck just for some views (let's go) I just popped a couplе Perky's, I took me a pair of 2's (on sixty) Mmm, mmm
Writer(s): Javier Mercado, Noah Olivier Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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