Self-Made lyrics - Lil Yachty
Ch-Charlie Shuffler
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short, 'cause I ain't Jibbs (uh)
She gon' let me fuck, she like that "Lil Boat" adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I'm in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch, but I'm up first 'cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin' on a nigga ain't gon' make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)
Take my bitch from D.R. to Peru (uh)
And I'll take my gang from the County to the Moon (uh)
I promise I be ballin' 'till it's 2018 in June (yo)
I'ma keep reckon these chains
Why did I keep callin' me "cunt" (uh)
And she ride, did like a room (uh)
And I drop top like is joinin' (yo)
And I keep ass doin' a good song
I'ma keep tellin' you soon (yo)
Big rocks on my wrist might see a fish dog it's real water (Lil Boat!)
Niggas better hide their daughter (uh)
Real raptor, Vince Carter (yo)
Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh)
Bought myself a chain, kept it short, 'cause I ain't Jibbs (uh)
She gon' let me fuck, she like that "Lil Boat" adlib (Lil Boat!)
And we at Liv (uh), later I'm in her ribs (uh)
I know she your bitch, but I'm up first 'cause I called dibs (uh)
Niggas hate on me because I live the way I do (yo)
Hatin' on a nigga ain't gon' make a better you
Self-made nigga with a self-made crew (yeah)
Boom! lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Ugly God)
[Lil Yachty & Ugly God:]
30, you a fool for this one
Run it up, mhm
I finally realized why you niggas hatin'
Niggas ain't gettin' no money, man
'Cause when you ain't gettin' no money, you know what I'm sayin', like
You know what I'm sayin', stressed out, you know what I'm sayin'
You stressed out when you get no money
We stressless over here, niggas is stress free
Yup, aye, yup, aye, yup, aye
Yuh, yuh, yuh... damn, yuh, ok, yuh...
[Lil Yachty:]
And that lil' car, it go fast (fast)
And that lil' car, it go zoom (zoom)
That lil' bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil' bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon' hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! (damn)
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! (grr)
Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh
Y'all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh
Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)
[Ugly God:]
I'm like "Whoops", huh
I might peel off in a coupe, huh
Nigga better not take my chain, huh
Blow that bitch up like a nuke, huh
I do this shit for my mama, my mama told me don't forget 'bout my roots (huh)
I just been countin' my commas, talk down I'ma stomp that boy out in my boots (huh)
Hop in the whip and go vroom
Nigga talk down, I go boom
I won't even break a sweat
I'ma just call up my goons
Get yo' ass gone for the low
My shooters gon' ride to the moon
Then I'ma fuck on ya ho
Take that bitch back to the room
Aye, I'ma shoot shots if you talk down on my name
I don't miss shots, but my choppa got aim
Old money, but it don't walk with a cane
VVS diamonds, just talk to my chain
Yeah I beat her back out, it get knocked out the frame
Fuck my old whip, had to cop me a Range
She don't fuck with me right now, but as soon as I drive
Guarantee she gon' fly for the fame
[Lil Yachty:]
And that lil' car, it go fast (fast)
And that lil' car, it go zoom (zoom)
That lil' bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil' bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon' hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! (damn)
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! (grr)
Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh
Y'all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh
Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)
Drop and roll (ooh)
Death row (ooh)
All bosses caught the 420, uh
Gave her that dick, now she love me (ooh)
Gave her that dick, now she love me
Lean in the glass, like it's bubbly, huh
These niggas hate that I'm rich, huh
These niggas hate on my bitch, yeah (fuck it)
Fuck with that fuck up (damn)
Fuck, then I dip, 'cause she stuck up (ooh)
Crowd hands up like a stickup (yeah)
Hit the flick of the wrist, huh
Bank on Lemony Snicket, huh (ooh)
Ice on my neck, cost a ticket, huh (ooh)
Your career rocky like ridges, huh (ooh)
Test me, you gon' need some stitches
That goes for any of you bitches (lil boat)
Chopsticks (ooh)
Nigga, get beat up in the moshpits (yeah)
Leave a nigga lumpy, like cheese grits (yeah)
Dick 'bout as long as four fish sticks (ooh)
Middle finger to a cop
Racist pig that can suck on my cock
Big rocks all inside of my watch
That's not a Rolex, my nigga, that's Swatch
And that lil' car, it go fast (yeah)
And that lil' car, it go zoom (zoom)
That lil' bitch got a fat ass (ass), took that lil' bitch to the room (whoo)
My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms)
Try to take one of my chains (yeah), all you gon' hear is a boom (boom)
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! (skr, skr)
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! (skr, skr)
Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh
Y'all can get hit with the boom (boom)
Don't give a fuck 'bout the bitch, uh
Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr)
Oops lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. K$upreme & 2 Chainz)
Polo Boy Shawty on the track, so I am killin' it
[Lil Yachty:]
Never needed nothin', nigga
Canary yellow diamonds like the wrapper of a Butterfinger
Hit him, then my brother follow up, that's a double stinger
Told the bitch, "True", she runnin' 'round like it's Jerry Springer
It could be an opera singer
Two speedin' tickets in a month, that's the Bentley Coupe
Split the check in half with the gang, that's what brothers do
Check a bitch, checkmate, check please, hoo!
Two cribs, six cars, under 22
[K$upreme, Lil Yachty & 2 Chainz:]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga's bitch, I'm like, "Oops" (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that's an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin' 'round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin' Polos, I was buyin' coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops (Yeah, 2 Chainz)
[2 Chainz:]
Lames still rockin' them Ray-Bans (Ray-Bans)
Them sure look like Ray-Bans (woo)
Took a brick, then got a spray tan (hah)
Represent the A like a exam
Live from the block, shine in the dark
Grind a la carte, time on the clock
Can't get it back, where you niggas at?
Sold so many z's, can't take a nap (tell 'em)
Tired of the fraternize
I am as real as they advertise (yeah)
I like the pussy with sanitize (true)
She left her thong, tried to sabatoge
Bitch, you know I got a main (got a main)
I got my pockets on Country Kane
Gator shit on like a Florida game
If you spill somethin' on me, I wouldn't get a stain
Oops, oops
[K$upreme & Lil Yachty:]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga's bitch, I'm like, "Oops" (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that's an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin' 'round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin' Polos, I was buyin' coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops
[Lil Yachty:]
Racks up, fat knots
Deep bass, big watch
Six cars, young Yacht
Too rich, clean stitch (woo)
Lean fixed, grill-less
New whip black as Seal, sis
Diamonds all real, sis
Yo' daughter my gutter, bitch
The belly gettin' bigger (woo)
Might put some ice on my trigger (huh)
Choppa start singin' like Trigga (Trigga)
Don't fuck with me, nigga
Yeah, late night, I'm out with your bitch
Someone took a pic, ooh (yuh)
What that is up on my wrist?
That's a whole brick, Lil Boat (hoo)
[K$upreme & Lil Yachty:]
Oops, oops, ooh
Fuck a nigga's bitch, I'm like, "Oops" (oops)
Pass her to the gang, nigga, that's an alley-oop (oop)
Ridin' 'round town in an all-white coupe (yeah)
Gang of bad bitches blow a nigga like soup (yeah)
You was buyin' Polos, I was buyin' coupes
Oops, oops, oops, oops
Talk To Me Nice lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Quavo)
[Lil Yachty & Quavo:]
DJ Durel
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
[Lil Yachty:]
Ayy, I bang with the main man (man)
Had the same gang since the play pin (pin)
No crystal lake, no Jason (Jason)
I see more Ms than a Mason logo (yeah)
Got a white bitch but I call her coco (yeah)
Tint so dark, I done front the four door (skrrt)
20 years old, I'm 12 years in
I'm fuckin' this hoe from the west end (yeah)
Add up them numbers, they packin' (yeah)
Check so big, make baby backspin
Fade around, play, get your butt chin (pew, pew)
Sleep with the chopper on the nightstand (yeah)
Seats in the coupe, gettin' suntan (yeah)
Stay with the stip like I'm sand man
[Quavo:]
Fuck with the move (movie)
Gang got the shoot (woo)
15 thousand (yeah, yeah)
Just for some shoes (cash)
Put it on a sprinter (sprinter)
Put it on a lil boat (lil boat)
This is not a rental (no)
I own this hoe (this hoe)
Yeah, look at these prices (prices)
Look at the ice and the way I rock these jewels
Talk to me nice (nice)
Talk to me nice, I'll pull up and I'll come through
Talk to me nice (woo)
Talk to me nice, I'll pull up and I'll come through
Talk to me nice (nice)
Talk to me nice, I'll pull up and I'll come through
(Huncho!)
Niggas get shot (shoot)
At the alpha cloud (cloud)
Pull up to the spot (spot)
Kitchen flooded out (flooded)
Niggas love thots (woo)
Stirfry, cookin' pots (stirfry)
Lobos, they bobo, huh
MOBOs, dinner, watch
Fuck on a white and red logo (smash)
Fuck nigga sound with the popos
I could still go back to the hood (hood)
And then step out and autograph photos (photos)
Gelato, biscotti, biscotto (biscotto)
Coupe too low, got pot holes
That show girl on the low my hoe
Got 8 rings, on no GEICO (GEICO)
Fuck with the move (movie)
Gang got the shoot (woo)
15 thousand (yeah, yeah)
Just for some shoes (cash)
Put it on a sprinter (sprinter)
Put it on a lil boat (lil boat)
This is not a rental (no)
I own this hoe (this hoe)
Yeah, look at these prices (prices)
Look at the ice and the way I rock these jewels
Talk to me nice (nice)
Talk to me nice, I'll pull up and I'll come through
Talk to me nice (woo)
Talk to me nice, I'll pull up and I'll come through
Talk to me nice (nice)
Talk to me nice, I'll pull up and I'll come through
[Lil Yachty:]
(Lil Boat)
En guard, I stay with the fire
Runnin' round talkin' the F with the fire
That boy a lil bitch, I could transfer the wire
These broke ass rappers need rap for hire
It's Yachty, bitch, can you tell me who's flyer?
Rebound me a bitch in the esquire
She say the label the empire
Young, rich nigga, I inspire
And I need that
Never ask no one for feedback
Got a bitch that sign niggas off
Shawty love stay in rat traps
Shawty love eatin' rat snacks
At the crib with a F&N
Got a 223 and they don't kick back
Make a million and then I sit back
[Quavo:]
Fuck with the move (movie)
Gang got the shoot (woo)
15 thousand (yeah, yeah)
Just for some shoes (cash)
Put it on a sprinter (sprinter)
Put it on a lil boat (lil boat)
This is not a rental (no)
I own this hoe (this hoe)
Yeah, prices
Get Money Bros. lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Tee Grizzley)
30, you a fool for this
Lil Boat
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Lil Yachty:]
Burn his ass out like a skillet
All that shit talking online gone and kill it
Throw them legs up and I promise I'll drill it
Whip wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it
Check wasn't high enough, I told 'em lift it
Bought bro a Rolly 'cause my brother gifted
That pussy pretty but I still gotta sniff it
Whole team got chains on, I call that certificate
Where your money lil' nigga?
Wearin' 10 chains don't make your diamonds bigger
Look at my ring, that's a 80
Fuck a Vlive when I'm ball wit' Lil Baby
Born in '97 my bitch from the 80s
She drive a young nigga crazy
[Tee Grizzley:]
I'm from Detroit between Evergreen and Southfield Road
Money long as six mile, fuck nigga, but you know I'm so Joy Road
Shit I seen in my hood made me the type to sneak into awards with my pole
300 million, I got that in cash, 400K, got that in gold
Crib came with a sauna
Beam came on the Mac
200 miles a hour, this a Hellcat not a Scat
We ain't cosignin' no rats, talkin' to the cops the only time these niggas state facts
Leave a nigga brains in his lap, he was driving chopper, put him in the back
[Lil Yachty:]
We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so?
We the fuckin' get money bros
Gotta get guap gotta get it
Used to ride 'round baggin' hoes in a Civic
Now I pick and choose I'm so specific
Shawty slurp nut like a Blueberry Mistic
Watch where you steppin'
Bang what you bang, nigga, rep what you reppin'
Don't you dare ever doubt me with yo' left hand
Respect my pimpin', I'm ball like I'm Pippen
[Tee Grizzley:]
My Uber actin' so janky right now, bro come pick yo' bitch up
You pull up on tip, I'ma headshot you, then gotta pick yo' shit up
My diamonds so white, I was whippin' the dope, almost got it mixed up
I shaved off my firin' pin, it was one shot, now it got the hiccups
[Lil Yachty:]
We the young niggas gettin' money, yeah
Everybody 'round us gettin' money, yeah
Niggas in the back, they gunnin', yeah
VVS diamonds so stunning, yeah
A bitch nigga mad, well, so?
We the fuckin' get money bros
Count Me In lyrics - Lil Yachty
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bangin' out the mothafuckin' back door
Yeah, you sippin' but you not sippin' Act though (facts)
Double C's on my feet, Gangbanging B's (gang)
Make a bitch touch her knees, she was Vietnamese (hah!)
Crew of bitches poppin' percs, E's and triple C's (huh)
Off top, gimme top 'cause you just a sleaze (slurp)
She want head, she want head, I said, "nigga please" (hah)
Touch my riches, you'll get stitches, you think talk is cheap (brr)
I been flexing for a while now (whoo)
Stripper bitches tryna trap me for a child now, yeah
And this clip got 12 left, like a dial now (pew pew pew)
If I get robbed, 911 who I don't dial now, yeah (brrr)
Rap niggas tryna steal my style (hah!) (huh)
Stacking shit, call me Yachty Rothschild
Bet it like a game of poker, poker face Code Lyoko
These niggas po-po, Benz sit on 24-4's (skrr)
That shit go skrt, skrt, she eat nut like a burger
She said, "it's sweet", she said, "it's sweet, just like nectar" (yeah)
I walk around the city of Atlanta with a vector (brr)
Ayy, these niggas got me hot
Dumb bitch don't you ever dare pop up at my spot (no)
Talking 'bout you mad
That's some shots at yo dad
I ain't here to conversate if it ain't 'bout a dollar (cha ching)
Number 9 on my jeans, my watch cost an Impala (gang)
I done gave so much knowledge, I done turned to a father (goddamn)
And my brother from the south, on the run he's a robber (yeah)
Kickin' doors, bangin' hoes, had to stay 10 toes (whoo)
In Miami, in that penthouse fuckin' on 10 hoes (whoo)
Ayy, fuck wit me (yeah)
I'm rich as hell, yo bitch love on me (gang)
You don't have to like me
Just don't talk, just don't fuck with me (fuck it)
Ayy, uh, had to get it out the Civic (yeah)
It's just more pussy boy please be specific (for real)
And my new young bitch pussy on Pacific
Had to get a new account numbers look terrific (hah)
And yeah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in
Yah, you can count me in
And yah you can count me in
Fuckin' on some hoes, you can count me in
Hittin' up them stores, you can count me in (yeah)
Rollin' in a Rolls, you can count me in (skrr, skrr)
Yah, you can count me in
She Ready lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. PnB Rock)
Earl on the beat...
(30, you a fool for this one)
[PnB Rock & Lil Yachty:]
She say she wanna be my main boo, ayy
She think she ready to be famous, yah
She say she wanna be my wife, yah
She think ready for this life, yeah yeah
You really think you ready for this life? (woah)
I just wanna know if you gon' ride (woah)
I just wanna know if you gon' ride for me
Paparazzi taking picture, you on the side of me
[Lil Yachty:]
Quick camouflage, brand new in this black Benz truck, ridin' fast
Don't you dare ever look back
I can change your life
Gotta make sure that you right for me
Make your wildest dreams everyday reality
Ooh, everyday steak is for dinner
Having good sex in a Sprinter
Your last nigga was a renter
Well girl, I'm a buyer
Pirelli all on my tires
I'll tell your boss you quit if you not already fired
I Love gettin' wires
Count 'em up, count 'em up, count
All these Ms in my account
Lift up the truck up with a mount
Hitting home runs like Jeter
'Bout to go cop me a brand new two seater
I been knew that she was an eater
That's why I fuck with you
I feel like I'm stuck with you
I need you to come on through
Just pass this test or two
[PnB Rock & Lil Yachty:]
She say she wanna be my main bitch, ayy
She think she ready to be famous, yah
She say she wanna be my wife, yah
She think ready for this life, yeah yeah
You really think you ready for this life? Woah (woah)
I just wanna know if you gon' ride, woah (ah)
I just wanna know if you gon' ride for me
Paparazzi taking picture, you on the side of me
[PnB Rock:]
All these camera lights
Shawty, welcome to the lights
All these diamonds, all this ice
Shawty, I gon' treat you right (yah)
You could be my main
Introduce you to the fame
Fetch you on a private plane
Shawty, just don't ever change
And we can go straight to the top
We can be counting this guap
And we can be taking trips to different cities
And its just me and you all in a drought
I just copped that new McLaren
Oh, that's that new Gucci you wearin' (Gucci)
Just copped some new titties and imagine a new ass as well, these niggas they staring
And they mad 'cause you only with me
You keep that pussy soaking for me
And I only care what they got to say
Cause you out in the open with me
When I usually keep it low-key
Girl, you're making it hard for me
Girl, you look like a star with me
[PnB Rock & Lil Yachty:]
She say she wanna be my main bitch, ayy
She think she ready to be famous, yah
She say she wanna be my wife (be my wife)
She think ready for this life, yeah yeah
You really think you ready for this life? (woah)
I just wanna know if you gon' ride (woah)
I just wanna know if you gon' ride for me
Paparazzi taking picture on the side of me
Love Me Forever lyrics - Lil Yachty
Hit 'em with the jab
Buddah Bless this beat
Love me today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin' forever
Love me today
Love me forever
Love me to day, love me today, love me today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin' forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today?
Love me forever
What type of time you want?
Make you fall in love by the time you gone
I'm not tryna play wit' you, baby, I'm too grown
Gettin' too much guap
Put diamonds in your watch
Baby girl, you look good in that hotel top
Drop the top on the coupe and do donuts in the lot
Hold it down for me
Baby, watch my back, these niggas plottin' on me
Both of us are bosses, that's why you ride with me
Love me today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin' forever
Love me to today
Love me forever
Love me to today, love me to today, love me to today
Love me forever
Ride with me, bae
Ridin' forever
Love me today, love me today
Will you love me today?
Love me forever
Das Cap lyrics - Lil Yachty
You ever looked at a nigga like who was just poppin', poppin' shit and you just knew, knew that nigga was broke?
Broke ass nigga
Das Cap, talkin' online you get Cap
My young nigga keep a scrap
Drive with a scrap on his lap
Fuck posting up in the trap
I'm finna cop me an island, yeah
I put myself on the map
Rich and it ain't 'cos of rap
Yeah, bitch I ain't renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain't got no ceiling
You mad? Fuck ya feelings
Bitch I ain't renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain't got no ceiling
You mad? Fuck ya feelings
All my niggas be wildin'
Stay with the cannon, the gang wildin' out
Nigga don't talk about stylin'
I stay with the drip, put it all on my mouth
New coupe it came with twin turbo
Sendin' on bullets like Tony Romo
Put that bitch on the syrup, it's slow-mo
Pullin' off with the gang in a photo
Check, check, check, check, check, check, check it out
I'm with the static like radio
Why do your pistol shoot vertical?
Man you niggas ain't shootin' at nobody man. You niggas shootin' in air man. All these niggas do is flodge, flake, and beef through text. Man these niggas is hoes. Niggas ain't gettin' no goddamn money man. Das cap, this niggas ain't, this niggas ain't gettin' no fuckin' money
Das Cap, talkin' online you get Cap
My young nigga keep a scrap
Drive with a scrap on his lap
Fuck posting up in the trap
I'm finna cop me an island, yeah
I put myself on the map
Rich and it ain't 'cos of rap
Yeah, bitch I ain't renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain't got no ceiling
You mad? Fuck ya feelings
Bitch I ain't renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain't got no ceiling
You mad? Fuck ya feelings
Okay, I'm tryna fuck a new bitch
I'm tryna make a new flip
Hittin' home runs like Chip
Yeah, fuck with the nigga
Fuck with my money, we may had to cut us a nigga
Ain't no debate with none of y'all niggas
22 diamonds they shine in the picture
Menthol, shorty blow dick like Newport
Hundred thousand dollars in a Jansport
Stackin' money tall make it camp fort
Fuck it
Man, man you know the world would be a lot more truthful if you had to pay a lie man. You niggas be lyin' all day man. Just talkin' for no reason. Cappin' this, cappin' that, I don't understand that, you never capped on nothin'. I'm the youngest nigga, I mean everything I say, I do what I say you feel me?
Das Cap, talkin' online you get Cap
My young nigga keep a scrap
Drive with a scrap on his lap
Fuck posting up in the trap
I'm finna cop me an island, yeah
I put myself on the map
Rich and it ain't 'cos of rap
Yeah, bitch I ain't renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain't got no ceiling
You mad? Fuck ya feelings
Bitch I ain't renting and I hop in a Bentley and it ain't got no ceiling
You mad? Fuck ya feelings
Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah
Hop in the Maybach, hop in the hop in the Maybach, yeah skrt
Pop Out lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. JBan$2Turnt)
[Lil Yachty:]
Uh, yeah bitch
DigitalNas
Yeah bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the hood like Mrs. Winner's, uh
Basketball seats in a Beamer, uh
Pull up with sticks, pull up with clips, all on the hip, yeah, yeah
I turn a two to a six, yeah (uh)
Servin' these stripper hoes dick, yeah
You sick of me, yeah, and I know it, huh (yeah)
All of this money, I blow it, huh (skr)
All of these hoes, yeah they goin', huh (uh)
All of my shooters they blowin' (boom!)
Anyway, why you come off, you ain't goin', huh
You a whole thot, and I know this, huh (yeah)
Beat him in the pot with the elbow, huh
Skrt out the lane with the new whip (skrt)
Diamonds in the ear like a Q-tip, huh
Bitch give me top with them duck lips, uh (yeah)
Your boyfriend, he scared of me (yeah)
I'm geeked up off that amphetamine (yeah)
Hairy pussy give me allergies (yeah)
Bitch I don't shop at no Malleries (no)
I get my diamonds from Icebox, huh (yeah)
Big Gucci link with the white rocks (whoo)
Just left Chicago like White Sox (yeah), tryna get a bitch with some dreadlocks
I got a bitch sippin' Redrum (damn), I don't even know where she came from (nah)
I walk around with a AK (damn), that lil' shit sound like a snare drum (yeah)
DN, DN, DN, DN, DN
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, yeah, pop out
Yeah, yeah, what's up?
What's up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, what's up, what's up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out
Pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out
[JBan$2Turnt:]
Rock out (woo, woo), I bring the guap out (I bring the what?)
I'm on the block with the Glock out (doot doot doot)
I pop a perc, make her tap out (yeah, yeah)
This is the modern day pop sound, aye (yeah)
Diamonds on lighthouse (diamonds on lighthouse)
Glacier Boy still fuck with White Owl
Double my cup till I pass out, sippin' Act' now, uh
Ooh, treat the Maybach like a Honda, speedin' and swervin', might fall out
Lil' baby know I'm not average, I get the top, and I kick her out
Ooh, my diamonds on igloo, I need that junk for my mental (yeah, yeah)
She pop that pussy, no pimple (yeah, yeah)
Gucci my runners, I get loose
JBan$, JBan$, JBan$, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Lil Yachty:]
Pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, uh
Yeah, uh, pop out, uh
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Yeah, ha, pop out
Pop out, huh, yeah, huh, pop out, huh
Yeah, yeah, what's up?
What's up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, huh, what's up, huh, what's up with all of that fuck shit?
Yeah, yeah, pop out, huh
Pop out, pop out
Pop out, yeah
NBAYoungBoat lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. NBA YoungBoy)
[NBA YoungBoy:]
Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a bad bitch getter
Fuck nigga, hoe nigga, I don't fuck with broke niggas
Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch, nigga
You ain't know, now you know, nigga, Hi-tec pour a four, nigga
[Lil Yachty:]
Bitch roll me my sack before I come in
80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend
Twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken
Brother locked up he spent much time in the kitchen
We ain't really with that pretending and shit
I got six Catholic hoes in here sinning and shit
Pour that shit up bust it down
Bought a new crib it got several amenities
You gon' get shot like the Kennedys
Fucking with Lil Boat and YB
[NBA YoungBoy:]
Carbon it sound like a dump truck
Soon as I up we gon' back up
She wanna fuck I'ma smash her
He want a verse I'ma tax him
Say you want smoke it ain't bout nothing
I know that nigga ain't bout nothing
Bring out the boat when the flood coming
Strapped with a Tec when you pull up on me
[Lil Yachty:]
I'm with the 38 baby, my neck see more water than the navy
I was finna fuck your bitch my nigga then I got lazy
I saw your new watch that shit cool but my shit crazy
Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy
I'm with Lil Baby yeah, keep a .380, yeah
I'm with big slime yeah you know we going brazy, yeah (slatt)
[NBA YoungBoy:]
17 with four babies, yeah
Lotta money know they hate me yeah
One on four they try to play me, yeah
Shoot his ass right up in here
Diamonds they shine like a headlight
I keep that lil bitch off her head right
I'ma lay up and fuck on her every night
When I'm leaving I'm heading straight to the flight
Got a tiger but no I'm not Mike Tyson
Scuff in the club like fight night
I make that lil hoe act right
I tell that bitch fuck up my sack right
[Lil Yachty & NBA YoungBoy:]
Put that lil bitch on a Spirit flight
Return her next to me one night
We running and ducking from squad lights
I got 32 shots in the gun fight
These niggas sweet like a honey bun (sweet)
Don't worry 'bout where my money from
At the crib, on the couch, we got huntin' guns
Dissect his hand from his other arm
Young nigga, rich nigga, I'm a big bag getter
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, never met a real nigga (bitch)
Never had six figures, my bitch do tricks nigga
I go by Lil Boat and I'm coolin' with some real hittas
Whip on the wrist, that's a brick on the fist, nigga
No light needed for this chain, it's gon' glist nigga
VS, one stone, that shit not far from flawless
Fuck a pretty bitch, nigga, my money gorgeous, bitch (Lil Boat)
Mickey lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Offset & Lil Baby)
30, you a fool for this one
[Offset:]
Trappin' out the backstreet
Runnin' through the packs like a track meet (zoom)
Pull up with two pistols on me, Max P
Back to back to back to trap, we all repeat
Drippin' on these bitches, put a stain on 'em
Lamborghini Aventador, no brain on it
Iced out Patek with the rain on it
Automatic with the scope, range on it
[Lil Yachty:]
Spent 160, that's two watches
Got damn, think I need a new hobby
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti
Niggas dick riding with a Ducati
Check it out, check it out, check out
Ridin' 'round town with the sticks out
It's fashion week, so I brought the Rick's out
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse
Yeah, these niggas hating 'cause I'm too rich
Big carats, same size Cheeze-Its
88 thou' for a new wrist
Peter Piper, pull up with a new pistol
Doors knocked down that's dust crystals
Runnin' to the money like I'm Frank Gore
This ring cost more than a Honda Accord
Fuck with the set then it's over with
Walk in the spot, get it overlit
I want some pussy, she open it
Fuck her one time then I'm over it
These niggas weird and they talk too much
All these new niggas, they socialists
Holding on tight to my bragging rights
I write my name on the mogul list
Spent 160, that's two watches
Got damn, think I need a new hobby
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti
Niggas dick riding with a Ducati
Check it out, check it out, check out
Ridin' 'round town with the sticks out
It's fashion week, so I brought the Rick's out
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse
[Lil Baby:]
Million dollar lick but I missed out
Had to sleep on the drank, I was pissed off
Got 100 on your hand, hold your wrist out
Hellcat racecar, no pitstop
Had a million dollars cash in my bitch house
Wearin' 20 thousand dollar outfits now
Coupe cars, 160 and I cashed out
Lil' ski comin' home 'bout to max out
Anything I buy, I'm spending all 20s
100s and 50s goin' to the grave wit' me
I sleep with a chopper and bathe with a glizzy
A nigga try Yachty we shootin' out the city
Ask them other niggas how we got busy
It ain't no sleep 'til we hittin' our victim
Nigga play gangster, but we know they bitches
I'm thinkin' they mad 'cause we fuckin' they bitches
[Lil Yachty:]
Spent 160, that's on two watches
Got damn, think I need a new hobby
Bought a chain, coulda bought a Bugatti
Niggas dick riding with a Ducati
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Ridin' 'round town with the sticks out
It's fashion week, so I brought the Rick's out
These niggas rats, no Mickey Mouse
FWM lyrics - Lil Yachty
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ridin' real deep, pussy nigga, and I'm too good
AK no carbon fiber, bitch real wood
Know some young niggas turned rich and is still hood
Hop out the whip, get a glimpse of my new bitch
White X6 and with a boost kit
Playin' wit' the guap, that'll get your ends split
Used to be broke eatin' jelly sandwich with the crust cut off
Pump with the sawed-off
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend step it up
Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up
Pole game, tryna run it up
Lock safe like a Brink's truck
Fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, yeah
Yo' bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, yeah
Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah
Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit' the sizzurp
Make her suck dick 'til get lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer
Young ass nigga, I don't even drink liquor
I don't even pull up to the mixer
I don't even want to fuck the bitch
I do, but I know she gon' tell
Hit from the back, her chain hit the headboard
It sound like a bell
Pussy nigga I repel
Real niggas don't take L's
Hop in the Bentley, the Maybach, the G-Wagon, nigga whatever
Glockity tucked in the sweater, Osiris gon' pop it wherever
Pellz gon' pop it wherever
Lil Baby gon' pop it wherever
Stay out the mix, stay wit' a bitch in the whip
Hellcat hit a flip
Up it up wit' a chip
Bitch nigga don't you send for me unless the check got it in for me
Write it out to my industry
The bitch lace front incomplete
These niggas loco
Hang wit' the cops, the McFoggel
Bitch nigga I am a mogul
Niggas around me go commando, yeah
Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah
Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah
Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah
Bitch tell your friend step it up
Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up
Pole game, tryna run it up
Lock safe like a Brink's truck
Fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, fuck wit' me, yeah
Yo' bitch, she just wanna fuck on me, yeah
Clip on the hip like it's stuck on me, yeah
It could get ugly, yeah
Ridin' 'round town, drop top wit' the sizzurp
Make her suck dick 'til get lip get a blister
Send her back home so your bitch ass could kiss her
Young nigga ball like a Sixer
Flex lyrics - Lil Yachty
And you hate when I do this shit
Skate with extended clips
House got too many whips
Let that hoe get something' fierce
I might ice my AK out
I might ice my steering wheel
Give that bitch the dick
Dickin' in like a power drill
I might cop a crib where the back got a Ferris wheel
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
You look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Bitch, yeah you stay up on my nuts, boy
Get your guap right
Get your mind right
Denim Japanese, waist is super tight
Fuck that bitch, Netflix and Chill
Let me crack like a seal
I got niggas servin' deals
To my niggas that shit real
404 'til I'm killed
Give a fuck 'bout how you feel, huh
My bitch love it
My bitch love poppin' pills
Why? 'Cause it makes her geek for real
Lil Boat
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
You look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Get her done, get her done, get her done
I was buyin' diamond, you was waitin' for tax refunds
Lame nigga, shame nigga, anything for fame nigga
Lame diamond chain nigga
Hate me 'cause my name bigger
Yeah, diamond rings too insane nigga
RIP to Kurt Cubain nigga
1993 I bring that pain nigga
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
You look just like a fuckboy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Flex for the fuckboys
Hate cause you suck boy
Whole Lotta Guap lyrics - Lil Yachty
Whole lotta honeys (ooh)
Too many bands, I can't thumb it (ooh)
Whole lotta honeys (ooh)
Too many bands, I can't thumb it (ooh)
Whole lotta honeys (ooh)
Too many bands, I can't thumb it (ooh)
Watch how I thumb it (yeah), choppa, it came with a drum kit (ooh)
I hit the jaw for the kicks (uh), I fucked a bitch in the back (yuh)
I got a 6 and a 2 (what), I got a 12 and a 8, ooh, how that taste?
Baby (fuck it up, fuck it up), eat it up, huh
Upgrade the whip, had to lift it up (huh)
Brother locked up, he would whip it up (huh)
Whip it, whip it, whip it up (whip)
Got a choppa in the kitchen, hundred bitches, they all with it
And I ball like I'm Pippen, I don't fall when I'm sippin'
Never see me limpin', used to ride 'round in the Lincoln
Beat on that pussy, it's leakin' (uh), hit it one time, now she geekin' (uh)
Baby you trippin', start tweakin' (uh), you know we fuck on the weekend (skrr)
I got a crib at the top (top)
Brother, he stay on the block (what)
Brother, he sip on the wop (what)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Used to have work in the sock
I'm talkin' pieces that hit (yeah)
Bro got the stickies
Bro got the bullets that hit
Bullets, they hit
All of my diamonds, they hit
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)
Free my bro Reese out the slammer (slammer)
Bitch watch him walk with the hammer (yuh), dressin' like I seen a camera (yuh)
Everyday Christmas, everyday Christmas, baby girl, tell me your wishlist
Fuckin' a bitch, oh that's your thot, damn, now she a mistress
I'm in the basement like Tigger (aye), this lil' white bitch call me "nigga"
Long as she don't call me broke, dick in her throat till she choke (ooh)
Me and the gang make it rain (yuh), tell me, lil' bitch can you float? (float)
Walk in the club with the scope, diamond chains, fuck ropes
Ayy, whole lotta guap (guap), I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Fuck that lil' bitch out her socks, teachin' a stripper 'bout stocks
Stock, stock, stock, stock, all of these bitches, they stalk
Watch how a young nigga walk (huh), I put the Bentley in park
I got a crib at the top (top)
Brother, he stay on the block (what)
Brother, he sip on the wop (what)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Used to have work in the sock
I'm talkin' pieces that hit (yeah)
Bro got the stickies
Bro got the bullets that hit
Bullets, they hit
All of my diamonds, they hit
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
I get a whole lotta guap (guap)
Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap)
Baby Daddy lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Lil Pump & Offset)
[Lil Yachty:]
Uh
30, you a fool for this one
Tell your baby daddy I'm richer
Bitch, I don't wanna sip liquor
Stop tryna puncture my niggas
Just left the club, that shit was weak
Grab me a hoe off the street (huh)
Wait 'till I leave, I'm finna fuck
Beat it 'till I fall asleep
Your baby daddy a sucka, ayy
Your baby daddy a busta, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke
He hit the plug for a free line of coke
I'm thirty deep with the whole gang
Pull up, we bringin' the pain
Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat
Poppin' out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang
Nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane
Choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim
Shoot out the roof, no aim
I want the guap, you can have fame
I make them blue hunnids sing
[Lil Pump:]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two choppas with me, I don't use no pistols (brr, ooh)
Big, fat Backwood, it look like a missile (yuh, ooh)
My bitches come when I go blow the whistle (brr)
Your girl gave me top, and then you gon' kiss her (damn)
Yeah, I walked in and I'm drippin', it's Fiji (ooh)
Too much ice on me, the doctor come see me (damn)
Niggas hate on me, they wish they could be me (oh shit)
All my cars foreign and they ain't got no ceiling (woo)
Blow two hunnid bands at night (yeah)
Show you how I'm livin' life (ooh!)
Fuck five hoes, I ain't got no wife (damn)
Bust down, on Napoleon Dynamite (yeah)
Glacier on my neck, I don't need a light
Pour eight in a two liter, I ain't thinkin' twice
Smoke twenty blunts, yeah, I'm feelin' like a fuckin' kite (brr)
Put my dick in her, oh shit, yeah, her pussy tight (ooh)
[Lil Yachty & Offset:]
Your baby daddy a sucka, ayy
Your baby daddy a busta, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke
He hit the plug for a free line of coke
I'm thirty deep with the gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain
Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat
Poppin' out all of her veins
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang
Nut on her face, fuck up her bangs
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane
Choppa, it sing like Zayn
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr, brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (hey!)
I want the guap, you can have fame
I made them blue hunnids sing (Offset!)
[Offset:]
I make them blue hunnids talk (talk to me)
Pinky ring white, look like chalk (white)
I got your bitch, I just bossed (bossed)
How much you think in my vault? (how much?)
Chopper with the Pump, he got sauce (brr)
Patek cost a hunnid, oh Lord (Patek gang)
Diamond VVSs, whoa, whoa (whoa)
My pocket double-stuffed, it overload (overload)
Slidin' on your bitch in a peacoat (slide)
Super Bowl on my fist, subzero (slide)
Black Bentayga, it's a emo (woo)
Shootin' dice in Vegas, shoot a free-throw (whoa)
Bombs in the trap like a C4 (bombs)
Fuck her in her mouth, wanna de-load (uhh)
Bitch I'm not the sheep, I'm the big G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
Go and check the peephole
[Lil Yachty & Offset:]
Your baby daddy a sucker, ayy
Your baby daddy a busta, ayy
Your baby daddy so broke (woo, woo, woo, woo)
He hit the plug for a free line of coke (hey)
I'm thirty deep with the gang, pull up, we bringin' the pain (gang, gang, gang)
Fuckin' a bitch, grabbin' her throat
Poppin' out all of her veins (we did)
Ride a Maybach, not a Mustang
Nut on her face, fuck up her bangs (gah)
Choke-slam a nigga, like I was Kane
Choppa, it sing like Zayn (brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr)
Shoot out the roof, no aim (brr)
I want the guap, you can have fame (guap, guap, guap)
I made them blue hunnids sing (hey!)
66 lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Trippie Redd)
DY Krazy
Racks up, racks up
Pullin' out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked
Bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14
High school sellin' beans
Dropped out now I'm rich
Flexin' 'til I'm 66
Flexin' for these bands finna pop out, ayy
Boolin' on the block I got my Glock out, ayy
I just pulled up in a Bentley
All the hatred go right to your fucking kidney
Flexin' bands, lil' nigga won't get a penny
I'ma keep on running it up, ayy
I'ma keep on running it up, fucking it up
The choppa busting you up, ayy
There you go, testing your luck
Dumb as fuck, yeah (ayy, ooh)
Flexin' baby, pull up in a drop top
Diamonds dancing on me, they be hopscotch
Bling Blaow, shinin' fresh just like some pop rocks
Fireworks we gon' pull up to yo' block, pop
Racks up, racks up
Pullin' out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked
Bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14
High school sellin' beans
Dropped out now I'm rich
Flexin' 'til I'm 66
Racks up, racks up
Pullin' out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked
Bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14
High school sellin' beans
Dropped out now I'm rich
Flexin' 'til I'm 66
When my brother get out, told him ain't no block now
Same bitches creeping all up on my cock now
Twenty bitches and they all coming with me
Side by side, me and Trippie in the Bentley (skrrt, skrrt)
And I bought it ain't no renting
Baby girl I'm tryna fuck, why is you venting?
In 2016 I got hotter than your skate team
In 2018 I need at least like eight rings
Racks up, racks up
Pullin' out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked
Bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14
High school sellin' beans
Dropped out now I'm rich
Flexin' 'til I'm 66
Racks up, racks up
Pullin' out a Bentley truck
Semi, semi, keep it tucked
Bad bitch, bubble butt
14, 14
High school sellin' beans
Dropped out now I'm rich
Flexin' 'til I'm 66
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