Lil Yachty other songs:

 

1Night (Remix) lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. L.I.)

 I know you want this for life

Taking pictures with all my ice

But I can't have no wife

I just want you for the night

I know you want this for life

Taking pictures with all my ice

But I can't have no wife

I just want you for the night

[L.I.:]

I know you want this for life

Can a nigga live, too many women in sight

I can't stick to one, I'ma have a crazy life

Too many hoes, want a nigga cause I write

And I keep it 100, that's fasho though

I won't play a bitch, I'll just tell her my lifestyle

I'ma need four, I can't stick with one

I'm not very picky when it comes to choosing women

If she got a pretty face then a nigga bouta dive in

Got damn, I can't no bitch, I ain't into gold diggin' hoes

Plus my mind is on the money and these bitches

So confusing, gotta make my mind up, but one night

Ain't even my focus, I might wanna smash twice

Lick her body down right, can I get hell yeah

Can I get a damn right, why is my mind so confusing

To choosing these women, and choosing this money

I'm losing my conscious, got damn

You a bad bitch and that pussy tight

But I only really needed you for one night

And a nigga going ghost, and I'm taking flight

Baby girl, I'm gone

I know you want this for life

Taking pictures with all my ice

But I can't have no wife

I just want you for the night

I know you want this for life

Taking pictures with all my ice

But I can't have no wife

I just want you for the night

[x2]

I know you want this for life

Fuck you so good you be calling out the Christ

Bottles of the Tech got it laid on ice

We spent four seasons at the Four Seasons twice

You be calling all your homegirls like "I'm his wife"

Hell nah, you trippin', reevaluate your life

I can't love no bitch, every single ho is trife

I sip dirty Sprite just to get me through the night

But I need you there

Promise that I need you there

Ain't no other bitch gon' fuck me like you do I swear

Put that on my gang I swear

I just can't put you on front street like you want I know

But baby you is not no ho

And I put it on my gang I'm not no average joe

It's Yachty from the block you know

I know you want this for life

Taking pictures with all my ice

But I can't have no wife

I just want you for the night

I know you want this for life

Taking pictures with all my ice

But I can't have no wife

I just want you for the night

22 lyrics - Lil Yachty (with JBan$ & BIG BRUTHA CHUBBA)

 [Lil Yachty:]

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like shit, woah

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like, 22 diamonds like

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like, 22 diamonds like

22 diamonds like piss, ay

Got these pussy niggas pissed, ay

They all hating on my dick, ay

Cause they know a nigga next, uh

I be stuntin', I be flexin'

I be ballin', it's Lil Yachty in the flesh, woah

I got diamonds on my neck, yeah

All gold like Peach, woah

All these bitches, all these niggas hatin'

All these niggas want to be me, woah

Want to talk, that's a fee

Cop a fat man just like Key!

Woah, young nigga keep an old stack

That's a green face, young monsters

Never pull up in a Honda

All you niggas anacondas

[JBan$:]

Dunk on that bitch like I'm Wiggens

22 for all you heathens

Nigga wonder why I'm cheesin'

Cause my chain worth at least an

Keep my dog on a leash

Shout out to that nigga Gleesh

Got a plus sign by my cheek

Want to fuck Ban$, it's a fee

I could never skeet for free

Like MJ, tell 'em beat

Keep my piece on me like a Reese's

I'm still screaming out free Reesey

[Lil Yachty:]

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like shit, woah

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like, 22 diamonds like

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like, 22 diamonds like

[BIG BRUTHA CHUBBA:]

22 diamonds like piss

Pussy nigga make a wish

In the kitchen with the bricks

In the sheets with your bitch

In the pot, whip my wrist

Caught a body 'cause he snitched

Cause I took a nigga bitch

Front street on the six

With my nigga lil net

Tote a lot of sticks, lot of bricks

She gon' make a big flip

She gon' suck a nigga dick

She gon' let a nigga hit

Chubby nigga with the stick

Give it up, give it quick

40 clip with the dick

[Lil Yachty:]

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like shit, woah

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like, 22 diamonds like

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like piss, ay

22 diamonds like, 22 diamonds like

4 Real lyrics - Lil Yachty (with Famous Dex)

 [Lil Yachty:]

Knowm saying

I'm counting right now

You feel

It's Lil Boat Lil Dex

You feel me

I'm counting right now, I can't stop counting

You feel me

Oh I literally, literally

Oh I just dropped a hundred

Oh I'll leave it down there

You feel me

Yeah, woah

[Famous Dex:]

I got the house on the hill

I did this shit with no deal

I be geeked up off them pills

I'm getting this money for real

For real, for real

I got this house on the hill

I did this shit with no deal

I be geeked up off them pills

For real, for real

I'm getting this money for real

I be geeked up off them pills

I got that house on the hill

For real, for real

I got that money for real

I did this shit with no deal

I got that house on the hill

[Lil Yachty:]

I did this shit for real

I did this shit with no deal

Bust it open double seal

Can't stop til I get a mil

Know the whole gang they chill

Real diamond ice grill

Right wrists give you chills

Yeah bitch what's my name (Lil Boat)

Bitch fucking for the fame

Ion give a fuck she gon give me brain

Damn boat never been a lame

Never been a stain been of top of game

Woah we made a movie for real

Boat was almost a leo

Shoutout to my sister Cleo

Nigga Ion give a fuck how you feel

[Famous Dex:]

I got the house on the hill

I did this shit with no deal

I be geeked up off them pills

I'm getting this money for real

For real, for real

I got this house on the hill

I did this shit with no deal

I be geeked up off them pills

For real, for real

I'm getting this money for real

I be geeked up off them pills

I got that house on the hill

For real, for real

I got that money for real

I did this shit with no deal

I got that house on the hill

I did this shit with no deal

I be geeking off them pills

I'm rolling like a ferris wheel

I get that money for real

I be geeking on a hoe

All these bitches man they slow

I put my dick up in they throat

I hit a stain me and boat

A leprechaun about gold

I be selling out at shows

Puttin bitches on a roll

My 30 on me never fold

I bought that house on a hill

I'm hungry as hell needa mil

All these hundreds til I squeal

I did this shit with no deal

I got the house on the hill

I did this shit with no deal

I be geeked up off them pills

I'm getting this money for real

For real, for real

I got this house on the hill

I did this shit with no deal

I be geeked up off them pills

For real, for real

I'm getting this money for real

I be geeked up off them pills

I got that house on the hill

For real, for real

I got that money for real

I did this shit with no deal

I got that house on the hill

A-Team (You Ain't Safe) lyrics - Lil Yachty, Lil Keed, Lil Gotit & Zaytoven

 [Lil Keed:]

Zaytoven

Ha

Zaytoven

Let's go, let's go

Ho so bad, caught her a cause

I fuck 'round, put the Bentley in the race

Got shorter right now, on the wait

Rollin' blue hunnids and I'm rollin' blue face

I seen the shooter through the bay, they leavin' guts on your waist

These nigga talking' like a duke, 'till we pull up and let it spray

I don't even care what it costs, I'm drippin' Dior today

I ain't got time for conversation, shit, I'd rather pay

I rock the Cartier frames, I got these diamonds in my face

I don't wanna say no name, but you ain't safe

[Lil Gotit:]

Babygirl, no I can't stay, yeah, I'd rather get paid

Lil' homie, you is not safe, yeah, shooters on the way

I was in the Bent' truck gettin' sucked up by a bad lil' vibe, all ice on the five

Ready for war, niggas don't want no smoke, I'm ready, I'ma be 'right

Shoot your shot, car full of vibes, Forgiatos on the ride

Make a lot of money for my family and keep a business on the side

I said, "Can't talk to 'em, gotta bring the big booty vibes in the room"

These niggas late like June

I'm 'boutta work 'em up and take 'em to the moon

You ain't safe (Uh), you ain't safe (Uh, uh, uh)

In this place (Uh, uh), full of snakes (Uh)

I'm on they ass, don't know my brass

What's in my stash? (Woo) A lotta racks

[Lil Keed:]

Ho so bad, caught her a cause

I fuck 'round, put the Bentley in the race

Got shorter right now, on the wait

Rollin' blue hunnids and I'm rollin' blue face

I seen the shooter through the bay, they leavin' guts on your waist

These nigga talking' like a duke, 'till we pull up and let it spray

I don't even care what it costs, I'm drippin' Dior today

I ain't got time for conversation, shit, I'd rather pay

I rock the Cartier frames, I got these diamonds in my face

I don't wanna say no name, but you ain't safe

[Lil Yachty:]

Nobody safe, oh no, nobody safe

I been locked in, tryna go and get it out the way

They ain't pity me, nobody gave a fuck, no

You supposed to be at the front door, tryna figure out what I'm finna do

Momma said I need to go to school, momma I don't wanna be like you

Sorry momma, know a nigga late, but I'm just tryna be a millionaire

I'm the one who brought the hoes in here

I'm the one who put these niggas on

Bitch, you skinny like a hambone

Break her bed just like an ice cream cone

Yeah, slime, slime, slatt, yeah

Real rich nigga, fair

Put a hole in her body like classic

Bitch stick came with a whole stand

Bitch gon' pop like, whoa

Bitch gon' give me that throat

Real fast, not slow

[Lil Keed:]

Ho so bad, caught her a cause

I fuck 'round, put the Bentley in the race

Got shorter right now, on the wait

Rollin' blue hunnids and I'm rollin' blue face

I seen the shooter through the bay, they leavin' guts on your waist

These nigga talking' like a duke, 'till we pull up and let it spray

I don't even care what it costs, I'm drippin' Dior today

I ain't got time for conversation, shit, I'd rather pay

I rock the Cartier frames, I got these diamonds in my face

I don't wanna say no name, but you ain't safe

Accomplishments lyrics - Zaytoven, Lil Yachty & Lil Keed

 [Lil Yachty:]

Zaytoven

Zay-fuckin'-toven

Fuckin' on his bitch in the back of somebody house

If it ain't Zay, then it's up like your brother's spouse

I don't want sex from your girl, I would like mouth

My bitch booty got dents like an old couch

Finna show my ass, let 'em know what a nigga on

Talkin' out the neck, quickest way to see a nigga gone

Roll around with six different names like I'm Sean Combs

My gang, I'ma be attached like a human bone

This bitch wanna get fucked, she gon' get flown

Fuck it, she gon' get flew, beat it 'til it turn blue (Go 'head)

Why got one bitch? Nigga, I can have two

Glock on the hip like one side got glue

Got a little older, then I started hangin' with the Jews

Big brain shawty with a high enough IQ (Ayy)

Big three shots comin' in on the IV

Nigga got coke on the blanket, it's LV

Can't a nigga broker tell me nothin' and that's on God

Niggas at the park lookin' at me like a young god

Bro'nem snatch a nigga chain, call him Rashad

One bitch black, one Asian, now it's Rush Hour

Thick white bitch, same color as some cauliflower

Shit 'bout to get real lit, keep the door closed

Bentley coupe two doors, Bentley truck four doors (Go)

Fill a bitch up with 'bout four holes

She ain't tryna fuck, that's a no-go (Ayy)

Kick the bitch out, that's a waste ho

[Lil Keed:]

Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em)

All my shooters don't play, yeah (Don't play)

Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom)

High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap)

Bad bitch came from L.A., yeah (L.A.)

Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang)

I walked in, tryna call my own plays (Tryna call 'em)

Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith (Chop-chop, chop-chop)

I count a backend just to rock out the stage (Yeah)

Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar)

We drippin' this shit all day (Yeah)

Go get millions, that's an accomplishment (Keed, talk to 'em)

Ain't fuckin' with y'all borin' hoes, no way (No, sir)

I ain't fuckin with y'all, oh no (Let's go)

I send shots where your mother stay (Say what?)

Just 'cause we don't care too

I was geeked out in that Maybach, shit (Yes, sir)

I was drivin' it with no hands, ooh (Skrrt, skrrt)

I hopped in the Hellcat, shit

I'm drivin' it with no hands too (No cap)

I don't lose (No, sir)

No, y'all boys ain't havin' no clue (Let's go), yeah

Smokin' big blunts of White Runtz

While I'm kicking shit with Lil Uzi

I'll take the cam', make a movie, yeah (Yeah)

I'll pop the shit on your order (Pop it)

Niggas ain't playin', we'll lose it

We havin' bad bitches, big booties (Bad bitches, let's go, Keed, talk to 'em)

I'm on some slimeball time (Slatt, slatt)

I bring them slimeballs 'round (Slatt)

I'm with the same ones that pullin' me down (Yeah)

Ain't holdin' up, I'm on the grind

Play with Lil Keed, it's a whole lotta shots

I don't know why she cryin', I don't give a fuck (Uh-uh)

She know I'm a dog, she know I'm a lot (Yes, sir)

Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em)

All my shooters don't play, yeah (Don't play)

Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom)

High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap)

Bad bitch came from L.A., yeah (L.A.)

Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang)

I walked in, tryna call my own plays (Tryna call 'em)

Yeah, we got a chopper, chop the top off the Wraith (Chop-chop, chop-chop)

I count a backend just to rock out the stage (Yeah)

Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar)

We drippin' this shit all day (Yeah)

Go get millions, that's an accomplishment

All Times lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Keep that chopper with me all times these niggas be snakes

I swear I can't trust a soul, I cannot trust one

[x3]

I remember posted on my block, I was with my gang

I remember I had no cash, I had no fame

Now them hoes all wanna fuck with that boy Rocky Dane

Now these niggas wanna steal my songs, bitch stay in yo lane

Damn

Keep that chopper with me all times these niggas be snakes

I swear I can't trust a soul, I cannot trust one

[x4]

Art Show lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Zaytoven

Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

Damn my neck clearer than water

Old heads go hide all your daughters

Boat cannot be the father

I used a condom, I did

Baby said swallow my kid

I cannot front on a bitch

I cannot front on a nigga, I cannot front on a bitch now

I don't eat vegetables but I keep carats in my wrist now

Fly like a cardinal, brother keep all of the arsenal

And I paint all of these bitches' faces just like an art show

Ayy, just like an art show

Nut on her face, paint up her face, just like an art show

Woah, just like an art show

Call it the art show, bitch it's the art show

Hmm, bitch fuck your daddy he don't want you with a boss

I met your mama and she hated how I floss

She said my style reminded her of Kriss Kross

She said I need to walk around with a cross

I can't have love for no bitch (no)

Watch how I lane switch (yeah)

Watch how I flood the wrist, oh

Damn, that's a flood (that's a flood)

Put that on the hood (put that on the hood)

I'm living good (yeah yeah)

I cannot front on a nigga, I cannot front on a bitch now

I don't eat vegetables but I keep carats in my wrist now

Fly like a cardinal, brother keep all of the arsenal

And I paint all of these bitches' faces just like an art show

Ayy, just like an art show

Nut on her face, paint up her face, just like an art show

Woah, just like an art show

Call it the art show, bitch it's the art show

Nigga you can never compare me to you (bitch, Lil Boat)

Shabazz on the six, my nigga what it do (my nigga Shabazz, Shabazz)

Shouts out SK-Tebo and the whole crew (SK-Tebo)

Looking at my wrist and caught the whole flu

Niggas be hyping over the namebrand

Niggas be spending they guap with no gameplan

Niggas been rapping for years and still don't got no fans

Niggas talk down on Boat, they pull up in black vans

I cannot front on a nigga, I cannot front on a bitch now

I don't eat vegetables but I keep carats in my wrist now

Fly like a cardinal, brother keep all of the arsenal

And I paint all of these bitches' faces just like an art show

Ayy, just like an art show

Nut on her face, paint up her face, just like an art show

Woah, just like an art show

Call it the art show, bitch it's the art show

Atlanta House Freestyle lyrics - Lil Yachty & Chance The Rapper

 [Lil Yachty:]

Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat

(Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat)

Chance (Yep), Boat (Yep)

Chance (Yep), Boat (Yep)

Chance (Yep), Boat (Yep)

Fed up with niggas, they frontin' like loans

Fuckin' this model lil' bitch from the back (Skrrt)

In the tinted Maybach, almost broke all her bones

She don't do Backwoods, only do bones (Go)

Sometimes a cone if she out on the golf field

It was white like snow, it stood out at the show

I made 250 cash in three days on the low

I was out in L.A. walkin' 'round like the po'

Got a stick in the coat 'cause these niggas be on me

I love what I do, but this shit make you phony

I can't trust a soul 'less that boy really know me

You don't really know me, you hang 'round the homies

Shame in the game, no, I don't work for Sony

This ain't overnight, I move like politicians

Someone snatch my chain, they'll be hopin' and wishin'

My life is non-fiction, I sold out the Brixton

I shot a AK, that shit sound like a Braxton

On the west side where them boys really taxin'

(Go) Yep, (Go) yep

My newest bitch, she a work of art, I could sell her at an auction

Bought a new watch and that shit dipped in frostin'

I take the play, I'm Randy Moss-in

I am no weirdo

[Chance the Rapper (Lil Yachty) {Both}:]

{I am a Martian}

The play was a option

My tape was a caution

I coulda had plaques, I was too busy flossin'

Too busy crossin' the street, I got hits, I got drip like a faucet

This house is too little, it feel like a coffin

I go hit the club like the ball when I'm golfin'

I ball in the swamp with alligators

The house is too big, I got hella waiters

The nanny got stuck in the elevator

Just give me the key to the microwave

The safe is too big to hide the safe

The wave is too big to ride the wave

To ride the wave, to ride the wave (The wave)

I keep on all of my VVs in the shower

I'm blacker than Howard, I'm blacker than Morehouse

I'm blacker than Power

I'm blacker than black people watchin' Black-ish while they TiVo-ing Power

I'm back in Atlanta, I'm back at the house

I'm back at the crib, I'm back in the South

This all makin' sense like the back of the couch

You start actin' up, you get smacked in your mouth

[Lil Yachty:]

Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings

24 karat, all gold, like a young king

These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King

Dick in the spleen, turn the bitch 'to a young fiend

No limit, AmEx, I don't carry no cash

I don't fuck raw 'cause these hoes make me nut fast

Top of the year, tax came, I was too sad

Coulda built a whole middle school out in Trinidad

Funny guy probably goin' to hell 'cause he sin bad

Think like a billionaire, two-seater, tryna fit the whole VIP in there

Shouldn't even be in here, why it had to be in here, fuckin' up the seat in here

I don't take pills, got bills like a white man

Buyin' every whip, I ain't got time to finance

Life like a movie, I was born at the Sundance

Buddy actin' up, somebody come and get mans

I'ma take a bitch for a week to the villa

All-black ski mask gripped like a killa

New whip doin' doughnuts, J Dilla

Went to Panera, and a Panamera

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (Huh)

Black Rolls Royce like John Doe (Yeah)

Ayy, got him on the tip toes (Go)

Sit a little high like twenty floors

[Chance the Rapper (Lil Yachty):]

Sit a little high like nosebleed (Sit high)

Always ten toes like both feet (Sit high)

You come into to the room, make the hoes leave

I come into the room, make 'em holy

I run through the city like the red line

Young nigga 'bout to make headlines

Sun-Times facin' that deadline

Bout to start makin' up stories like bedtime

Old mayor 'bout to face fed time

Agin' like red wine, me, I'ma age like water

When it's all done, I'ma head to the Father (Mm)

'Til that day, take the Benz to the barber

Got a chop her off the top, got a date with your daughter (Yeah)

Your house not a home like Luther Vandross

You always outside like Superman's drawers

But get in that car, that little ass car

It's a little too far, can't Uber, can't walk

Good guy probably get in Heaven through the side door

Ridin' through the city on my high horse

Big, big TEC on my body like a cyborg

Leave you on a low note, leave you on a high court

I'm a lil' yachty on a big boat

Check the temperature like big tote

Got good aim with the sig

Got a major laser like Diplo

[Chance the Rapper:]

Heeeee

[Lil Yachty:]

Boat, Chance

Boat, Chance

Boat, Chance

Bae Bae lyrics - Lil Yachty

Aye, yeah, aye, whoa

Aye, droptop rain drop, pull up in a juice box

Aye, hold on, aye, yeah

I might cop a vette cause I muthafuckin' can

Pull up in a cannon you can check my gangsta grill

Aye back home I got niggas who gon' kill

Pop it at your noggin if your pussy ass squeal

Hold on, bitch I do this shit for real

Boat from the six or, I ball like a sixer

I don't drink no liquor, hold on

10 stacks for a picture, chillin' with my niggers

Yeah damn hold on, yeah

I'm a vet at this shit, all y'all niggas rookie

Eat that pussy up like chocolate chip cookies

Yeah whoa hold on

Bitch I earned all my stripes when I was a youngin'

All my niggas back home, best believe that they dumpin'

All my niggas no band but they be drummin'

Whoa damn

Aye, if you feel what I'm sayin'

Fuck with the kid 'fore a nigga get to sprayin'

Nigga I ain't playin', I'm all about my fetti

Chasin' after guap, hold on

I said I'm chasin' after guap

Damn I should've banged with chase

Cause I've been runnin' to the money

Like a marathon race

Give a fuck 'bout a race, I'mma bust it at your face

Hold on, no face, no face

Yeah aye whoa damn hold on

Yeah, I'm fuckin' with this shit

You feel me? I think I might drop a mixtape on these beats, you feel me?

Ain't nobody fuckin with me in this mufuckin' music shit nigga

I'm the king of the teens in this muthafucka ya dig?

You don't know my name goddamn by now you goddamn better get to doin' some mutafuckin research

You feel me?

Just like that

I might drop fifty thousand on a necklace

I don't give a muthafuck cause I'm reckless

Middle fingers to a cop I could give a damn

Young nigga, I might pull up in that goddamn

What the fuck

10 bands spent on a hummer truck

Told that bitch to back it up

Yeah whoa goddamn

Check a nigga wrist, nigga keep lucky charms

Ballin Like A Piston lyrics - Lil Yachty

Up late night, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Jimmy Fallon

10 diamond rings on my hand like I'm good at sports

Bought a new crib and that bitch came with a tennis court

Flexin' should have been a sport

I done took it all the way

August 23, Mark your calendar, that's RD day

Walked up in that bitch with two bitches you ain't never seen

Perfect parts got me so clean

Paint the Glock white, add the laser, that's vanilla bean

Oops I meant vanilla beam

Counting so much money that my fingers started turning green

Winning so damn much that I now here go by as Charlie Sheen

All these hoes is easy bust

In my squad is who I trust

Old ass rappers talking dust, niggas need to die

One time this bitch had hurt my feelings, so I went to ice the pain

VVS my whole team

Ballin like I'm Larry Bird

Drop that bitch off at the curb

She was asking too much questions

Nah bitch I'm never stressin

Youngest nigga ever flexin

You broke if yo ass stressin

Yo bitch who my ass texting

Fucked yo bitch head, then I told her that she not a slut

Lyin cuz I ain't give no fucks

Drop my nut all on her butt

Xans got my body stuck

Leaning I might need a crutch

Call up K Supreme, and we about to pour a whole eighth

None of you pussy niggas safe

Keep my cash all in a safe

Smoking good and living great

Features come with pricy rates

Living like the Apple State

Nigga, Oooh!

Young RD always had alot of bitches

Pullin up on switches, diamond chain viscious

Hoes loving me cuz I'm balling like a piston

I'm balling like a piston

I'm balling like a piston

[x2]

Man, shout out my nigga Christian

She always keep my bracelet

Fuck with her your neck split

Whole gang coming for the top like a volcano

First check and these niggas put they mama in a range rover

Some put in a bankroll

I got old money, I should by my self a Kangol

Got whips like Django and bitches like James Franco

Diamonds dancing hard, so my necklace doing the tango

My bitches look like angels, got stripes like a Bengal

Bar For Bar lyrics - (feat. DC2Trill)

 DC

You flunkin'

You ain't gotta talk 'bout the shit, nigga, we get it

Yeah, that AP cool, but it's gon' be better when I get it

Smokin' 41, with the sharks, but I ain't swimmin'

Folks high as hell, that nigga fried, but he ain't chicken

Dick good, bitch, I ain't pay her rent, I just bought her some inches

VV and westwood jeans, nigga, I don't rock amiri

Might as well put yo' partner on a milk carton, because he missin'

Nigga can't hit my cup, the same food, never

He knock our fury

Kick a bitch out, bitch ain't fuckin', she keep sayin' "Period"

Bitch too bad, carry my kids, just like she a surrogate

Fuckin' a bitch, she 30 years old, she doin' her taxes

Double my cup, big look on that bitch, with a pint of molasses

How the fuck am I supposed to remember your face

When I'm flyin' from city to city

Had a lil' bitch, booty was bigger than her

But had titties, was itty-bitty

Boys with me, movin' around with a 50, all of my niggas gon' hit

Brand new Glock, came with a side on top, tech look like a click

Old Ricky, yes I'm with the boys, but I brought them bows with me

Pretty Ricky, it's five in the mornin' and I got some hoes with me

Stack of twenties, count these hunnids, fifties

Ya'll gon' play with tennies

Pour fours and twenties, nigga try to be me, fry him like zucchini

Boat, I fucked up, I spilled a eighth up in the Lamborghini

Now I'm pissed off, 'cause that was 'possed to go up on my kidney

P-teeny, cousin, I might drive him, nah, I feel like pinky

Big pun, bitch spill my cup, roll me back my funds

Dine-and-wine, 6 in my pop, I feel like the one

Compare to none, big gun is to his block, that was so much fun

Pool party, double like Jeff Hardy, brodie got his six bodies

Chrome rollies, if the rock's stolen, it's not a Rolls Royce royce's

In the trunk I stay with 800 horses, feel like I breed ponies

I can see a plate from eighty miles away, think I breathe money

G6, diamond-golden wings, like I'm havin' normal

Every car dealer in Atlanta know my first name

We all did bennies

Used to count pennies, now I'm up, fuckin' up my kidneys

Bent a bitch resort, she came over, eatin' Mrs. Winners

Pulled up in a Benz, stained a rover, sent it to the cleaners

Called Wakish on the phone, asked her "What's for dinner?"

Fuckin' on a bitch, look like a Kardashian, rich just like the Jenners

Pop a nigga up while he drivin', he had a fender-bender

I'm with next scammers, pray to heaven, even though we sinners

Go up in the store and swipe for shit, like you swipe on Tinder

My niggas ruthless, you can get rattled, no matter what the gender

This bitch sucked the dick so good, I thought she was toothless

Please, doc, raid her to my room, need her when you done

I will get a bitch some merch when I give her funds

Snatch a nigga chain off his neck, just like [?]

Baby bottles all in the crib, but I ain't got no son

DC in the whiz, they gon' be scorin' 'til they're 81

We Olympic sippers

Duck dive, flip, lean, and slide, he an Olympic killer

Every time some exclusive shit come out, you know we finna get it

Took her to my room, back with my bro, like the scene from Thriller

Know I'm gon' smash, all my whips 220 on the dash

Sippin' on drank, but she walk like it's SlimFast

Bentley Coupe lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Gucci Mane)

 [Gucci Mane:]

Haan

(Absolutely)

[Lil Yachty:]

And I just nutted on Trinity

Bitch, bitch you not you, you a mini-me

Fuck up that fuck up in any facility

Suckin' on dick must be your main ability

Hatin' ass nigga, ol' fakin' ass nigga

I'll fry you on a pan, ol' bacon ass nigga

Beggin' ass nigga, lyin' on your figures

You don't pull triggers, nigga, you such a bitch

Bitch, you don't pull triggers, you such a snitch

Neck full of water, my diamonds glist'

250 cash, I might drop on that Bentley, bitch

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

[Lil Yachty & Gucci Mane:]

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

It's Gucci! Let's go

I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

It's Gucci!

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

[Gucci Mane:]

I might go cop me a don

In the hood I'm like LeBron

It's so much ice on my watch and my pinky

That haters wanna cut off my arm

Way too much sauce, I'm like Uzi, Uzi

Water drippin', I'm jacuzzi, 'cuzzi

She suckin' it up like a smoothie, smoothie

I think I'm in love like Choosey Susie

Haters sayin' what they gon' do to me

Beefin' with niggas not new to me

Watch what you say now, Gucci don't play now

EA my playground, I love how the K sound

Me and Lil Yachty in Nautica (Nautica)

Polar bear, Gucci, Antarctica (BRRR!)

20 chains on like Mardi Gras

Woke up this mornin', bought another car

Too much pressure will smother yah

You know the real niggas don't fuck with yah

We spillin' Ace of Spades on the furniture

And I'll wet a nigga up like a water gun

So many Rollies, got my brother one

Bust at your boy, get another gun

I raised you lil' boys, you my other sons

Guwop just spazzed out on another one, Wop!

[Lil Yachty:]

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)

I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt (Lil Boat!)

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (Lil Boat!)

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

I might go cop me a Bentley coupe

I might go cop me a skrrrt skrrrt skrrrt

Niggas be mad 'cause I'm richer

I'll spit on your sister, I pity Marissa

She should've fucked with me back when I ain't had shit

Now my money sittin' tall on giraffe shit

Shout out them Southside bloods in Jurassic

Ask how I'm doin', bitch nigga, I'm fantastic

Just got a new bitch, she like doin' gymnastics

I wrap up that sack with a string of elastic (Lil Boat!)

Yeah, I might go cop me a Bentley coupe (skrrt skrrt)

I might go cop me some spinners too

These hatin' ass rappin' ass niggas be mad

They mad 'cause niggas is no longer into you

Damn, your money short like an interlude (lil' money!)

Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna do

Got a crew with amenities, touch me, they strokin' me

They look at boy like he the holy trinity

Uh, but I encourage philanthropy

Yeah and I ball when I rap like I'm Master P

If one more old ass nigga say somethin' 'bout 2Pac or Biggie

I might lose my sanity

Lil Boat!

Nah forreal, man, I don't know nothin' about that shit, man, stop askin' me 'bout that shit. Ain't gon' tell y'all too many times, man, I'm young and I'm rich. You prolly mad 'cause your kids keep playin' me. They not gon' stop playin' me. It's Lil Boat, bitch. Suck my dick.

Blind Em lyrics - Lil Yachty x YN Jay

 [Lil Yachty:]

(Oooh, Sav killed it)

Yuh, grrr

Boat

Aye, think I'm in love with my bitch momma

Red rag wrapped around the head like I work for Osama

My bitch pussy bald head look like Dalai Lama

Who got the percs I need f-f-fifteen

My asian bitch rich and bold London Tipton

How the fuck cop knew that bro someone tipped him

Soon as we find out bet that we dip him

Heard that the opps got locked up we gon' bond him

Huh, we gon' find him, tie him up and grind him

These niggas dick suckin' what I thought I signed him

Would shine some light on him but it might blind him

Aye, I need a 8th of wo'

Never leave the house I'm strapped boy you know I keep my pole

Chopstick on me and it sing like Nat King Cole

Nigga think he flexin' money boy I seen mo'

Nigga think he flexin' big hoes we fucked em before

Shoutsout YN Jay I know he gon' get the Rolls

Aye it's big boat, play with me I stick tote

Ain't no sick note, finna get me a Rick coat

I do not tip toe I'm good where I walk

Miss me some wok keep some wok in the stock

Jet skis at the dock got a boat by the jet skis

Been fuckin' bitches since the Gameboy SP

Been fuckin' bitches since a nigga was a lil' one

Playin' with my name imma make a nigga feel sumn' on God

[YN Jay:]

I ain't finna make no band I got a real drum

Perky got me bitin' down like it was real gum

Oh they said the opps in the party imma still come

Call of Duty only difference is I got a real gun

I can say some smart shit make you feel dumb

If I beat your doonies down you gon' feel numb

I don't wanna buy that pint if it ain't sealed up

I'm finna put your bitch out I think I smelled somethin'

Niggas waitin' on they stimulus like "when the mail coming?"

Nigga you do not own shit like "when the bills coming?"

Damn, my battery's going dead got my scale jumpin'

Phone slappin' all day I got sales comin'

I was posed to be there at 11, it's like 12 somethin'

Why the fuck you flashin' 5 thousand, that ain't real money

You can't jugg me if I was blind I can feel money

I can't bring young dog around he'll steal somethin'

Draco with a banana clip I'll peel somethin'

I just threw a party yesterday and it's still jumpin'

Coach said shoot it from the 3 but I still dunked it

Yachty man, why you do that man?

Boat Skirrt lyrics - Quality Control & Lil Yachty

 808 My Krew

Big Beamers, send a nigga to the cleaners

Have a nigga shirt wet, big benz make a bitch have sex

I just wanna catch the neck, I just wanna catch the neck

Private party bitch buckle down

Yeah you fucking with them clowns, come and fuck with a boss

All W's bitch, we don't take losses

Whole neck, wrist, fucking faucets

Big Benz, big Benz for my friends

Bought a big Beamer, that shit changed my demeanor

In that lil Porsche, doing twenty 'round the course

I'm a big boss, can't fuck with none of you lil boys

Ah, oh yeah!

Ayy, eighteen years broke, now the rest I'ma run it up

Dick in her mouth like the tip of a sippy cup

Purple and green like the motherfuckin' mighty ducks

Fucked her one time, she in love, that's that Midas touch

Fuck being humble that shit just don't work for me

Fuck her one time now that bitch tryna work for me

(Pack my bags ho)

Uh, top of the condo I look like a king

Five karats all on my ring (money)

High school spent most of my time with the dean

In the hallway serving beans

Why these niggas 'flauging, prolly cause my neck hoggin

Big Beamers, send a nigga to the cleaners

Have a nigga shirt wet, big benz make a bitch have sex

I just wanna catch the neck, I just wanna catch the neck

Private party bitch buckle down

Yeah you fucking with them clowns, come and fuck with a boss

All W's bitch, we don't take losses

Whole neck, wrist, fucking faucets

Boat Time lyrics - Lil Yachty

 I don't fuck around with these new dudes

Yeah, all these niggas squares like a gamecube

Yeah, niggas talkin' crazy, they'll get sent for

Yeah, I said that I meant that it's done for, damn

Aye, fold a nigga up like the trifold

Niggas see me comin' with a blindfold

Yeah, all these niggas scared of my appearance

Yeah, these niggas old season, it's on clearance

Yeah, niggas need to make way cause it's boat time

Yeah, niggas need to make way cause its my time

Aye, I just doubled up on my life status

Got a bad white bitch that look like Trish Stratus

Live forever for my gang like the wutang

Man these bitches always come back like a boomerang

Yeah, speakin' of a ring, I need five of em

All gold, diamond encrust with the suns on em

Need a boat by the lake for my getaways

Over nights is how I tripped off my double play

Yeah, and I did this shit by my-damn-self

Stayed up over night planin' all my meal real

So I dare a pussy nigga to try to knock me off

I got his bitch gettin' wetter off this smirnoff

Yeah, niggas talkin' crazy, they'll get sent for

Yeah, I said that I meant that it's done for, damn

Aye, fold a nigga up like the trifold

Niggas see me comin' with a blindfold

Yeah, all these niggas scared of my appearance

Yeah, these niggas old season, it's on clearance

Yeah, niggas need to make way cause it's boat time

Yeah, niggas need to make way cause its my time

Niggas stealin' sauce, that's a new crime

I can't fuck with all these niggas tryna steal shine, damn

Let a nigga shine cause I'm up next

Oh wait, I'm up now, I'm stackin' your checks, damn

All these niggas hatin' on the boat now

Whoa, why these niggas hatin' on the boat now?

Damn, I'mma stack it up, tell it tempo

Yeah, she gon' suck me up till I spill over

I'm just speakin' real true facts though

Nigga don't want wrong problems

He gon' get it clapped though, damn

I ain't talkin' lies, this the truth now

Young nigga, this just bummer on his blue now

Yeah, niggas talkin' crazy, they'll get sent for

Yeah, I said that I meant that it's done for, damn

Aye, fold a nigga up like the trifold

Niggas see me comin' with a blindfold

Yeah, all these niggas scared of my appearance

Yeah, these niggas old season, it's on clearance

Yeah, niggas need to make way cause it's boat time

Yeah, niggas need to make way cause its my time

Bobble Head lyrics - Zaytoven, Lil Keed & Lil Yachty

 (Zaytoven)

[Lil Yachty:]

She suck that good dick she a bobblehead

Baby girl suck that dick

Bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead

She work it, she wobble, she wobble it

I throw a little rack for breaking her back

I'm outta there Jack

She suck that good dick she a bobblehead

Baby girl suck that dick

Bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead

She work it, she wobble, she wobble it

I throw a little rack for breaking her back

I'm outta there Jack

Lemonade diamonds

The girl from the Mayans

Drop the top, I'm flyin'

The neighbors be spying

I'm beefing the back

That bitch sound like she dying

I tested her body, I think she Hawaiian

Her brother a bitch, beat her up now she cryin'

Slap him again for even trying

Million a shawty, sent him for forty

I stay with the thirty

The runt sittin' on 24s

Tugboat to Tommy

How long it's gone take me?

These bitches don't flake me

They love it, they love me

That 488 Ferrari get her wet as a puddle

Her back on my brick like a huddle (Bip)

Don't come to Uber, make her take a shuttle

I don't fuck again unless she bring a double

Think that it crazy when she ask to cuddle

Fuckin' these bitches on shuffle (Go)

She suck that good dick she a bobblehead

Baby girl suck that dick

Bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead

She work it, she wobble, she wobble it

I throw a little rack for breaking her back

I'm outta there Jack

She suck that good dick she a bobblehead

Baby girl suck that dick

Bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead

She work it, she wobble, she wobble it

I throw a little rack for breaking her back

I'm outta there Jack

[Lil Keed:]

I break her mother fucking back

Puttin' up right on her face like it's Mac

Choppin' the top off the fuckin' Maybach

Water by G diamond, it cost me some wet

Yeah she using her tongue

I fuck her through, through, through, through

Once on her chin like a punch

Coupe came red and black like Texaco

I just put a hundred on his head

Now he outta here

I just put Chanel on her lip, that's expensive drip (Keed talk to em)

Draco game came with a drum, we don't play in here

Oh

Dance up, up

Then it stuck

[Lil Yachty:]

She suck that good dick she a bobblehead

Baby girl suck that dick

Bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead

She work it, she wobble, she wobble it

I throw a little rack for breaking her back

I'm outta there Jack

She suck that good dick she a bobblehead

Baby girl suck that dick

Bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead, bobblehead

She work it, she wobble, she wobble it

I throw a little rack for breaking her back

I'm outta there Jack

Buzzin lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. PartyNextDoor)

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

They know I'm a ride with you

Pull up in that avenue, something probably average

Hope I got no problems with you

Cause I know to bag mine like Ralph's at the fast line

Seventy for a verse and a purse and a feature

Shawty said she love my long hair, look like Jesus

I blow through the hundred pack with you baby

[PARTYNEXTDOOR & Lil Yachty:]

I still run through a hundred pack with you baby

I run through a hundred pack with you baby

I run through a hundred pack with you baby

You never stuntin' 'til you met a nigga like me

Don't you disagree, I gave you everything you need

[PARTYNEXTDOOR:]

I run through a hundred pack with you baby, baby, oh

Keep it nine, keep it ninety nine, girl, keep it a hundred

I don't want a cheap bitch whinin' 'til she hit a hundred

We get bitches by the dozen, we get bitches by the dozen

That's my breezy, breezy, breezy, that's my buzzin'

Two racks for the chains and the watch came flooded

[PARTYNEXTDOOR & Lil Yachty:]

I still run through a hundred pack with you baby

I run through a hundred pack with you baby

I run through a hundred pack with you baby

You never stuntin' 'til you met a nigga like me

Don't you disagree, I gave you everything you need

I run through a hundred pack with you baby, baby

[Lil Yachty:]

I made you look better than you was

Run up a stack thicker than some Bloods

Took you straight out the hood, took you out the mud

Just because

You a young hustler, I love how you get it

Go get it, you'll watch how I flip it

You see how I did it, but that's history

You get a million dollar kiss from me

You a diamond, every other bad bitch in this world is more just like a six to me

So come and be rich with me, ride on a Six with me

I run through a hundred pack with you just to let you know that I'm with you

[PARTYNEXTDOOR & Lil Yachty:]

I still run through a hundred pack with you baby

I run through a hundred pack with you baby

I run through a hundred pack with you baby

You never stuntin' 'til you met a nigga like me

Don't you disagree, I gave you everything you need

I run through a hundred pack with you baby, baby

Keep it nine, keep it ninety nine, girl, keep it a hundred

You never stuntin' 'til you met a nigga like me

Don't you disagree, I gave you everything you need

Check Up lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Check up, check up

I just called to check don't you flex up I mean it

I know you didn't mean it when you said you were leavin'

So I just let it slide put your feelin's to the side and vibe

Check up, check up

I just called to check up don't you flex up I mean it

I know you didn't mean it when you said you were leavin'

So I just let it slide put your feelin's to the side and vibe

So many clothes in your outfits today

You glow so hard when I seen you on my boulevard or anywhere

I just stop and stare, I can't help it my bad

But you look so good, that I wish that I could Oh Lord

One time, just one time

Let me get a chance just to be your man

Show you everything that I had planned

It'd be so nice, for you, love everything Oh Lord

For your head to your toes, so much beauty gets exposed

Every picture every pose your a queen I swear

You're a queen I swear, so delicate and rare Oh Lord

Ooohhh, so beautiful, you are so beautiful

Can't nobody say otherwise

Oh, no, no, no, no

Check up, check up

I just called to check up don't you flex up I mean it

I know you didn't mean it when you said you were leavin'

So I just let it slide put your feelin's to the side and vibe

Check up, check up

I just called to check up don't you flex up I mean it

I know you didn't mean it when you said you were leavin'

So I just let it slide put your feelin's to the side and vibe

Ooh the sun is gone and mellow highs

And long walks in the park with french fries with no goodbyes

And I wanna lay you down and sing every single lullaby

Ohh its something that you do to me

I can't, I can't explain I need to put her, put her in the scoot with me

Because everything that she do to me she does to me

And she makes me feel so so good

She makes me feel so so good

So good that I feel wrong and I feel bad

But I feel right soo right, so right

Oh, check up

Oh, oh, oh, check up

Christmas Lights lyrics - Lil Yachty & Nessly

 [Nessly:]

Lit like christmas lights, yah

Blessed like christmas night, yah

This just something light, yah

Ima fuck his wife, yah

Go light on the ice, yah

Gotta sip this sprite, yah

Under 21, yah

Don't license my gun, yah

Ima shoot for fun, yah

I fuck up my funds, yah

I don't get no trust, yah

Let my wesson bust, yah

This red bottom shoe, yah

I can't step in mud, yah

Cost 2000 buck, yah

So she tryna fuck, yah

Pass her to my crew, yah

Hoe don't touch my jewel, yah

Oh fuck she brought me food, yah

She say I'm too brute yah

I do this shit on purpose

But I give her purpose

She let me get that pussy

And she get me a purchase

She buy me burberry

One for me and perry

This hoe want a birkin

Won't buy her a burger

Lit like christmas lights, yah

Blessed like christmas night, yah

Fresh like christmas night, yah

This is something light, yah

Keep the gun on me, yah

Bitch I know my rights, yah

Heard a nigga livin left

We gon' hit it right, yah

[Lil Yachty:]

Blessed like Christmas lights, yeah

Blew up overnight, yeah

Niggas wanna fight, yeah

'Cause my money right, yeah

Selling with my woes, yeah

Keep a happy flow, yeah

So much money 'round Lil Boat

Why the fuck I need a ho?

All my niggas stay ten toes

Spent 'bout 20 on my clothes

I finessed him for a dough

He keep blowing up my phone

1Night on her ringtone, 1Night on her ringtone

She said that's her theme song

She fucked Boat all night long

Blessed like christmas night, yah

Blessed like christmas night, yah

Blessed like christmas night, yah

Blessed like christmas night, yah

This shit just the remix

Lil Boat on the remix

Nessly and Lil Boat get it

This shit is the remix

Blessed like christmas night, yah

Blessed like christmas night, yah

50 on the ice, yeah

All I sip is Sprite, yeah

Yeah you not get it, Lil Boat on the remix

Lil Boat, Nessly get it, yeah yeah

Come Up lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Soop)

 She said "I can't fuck with him, he way too picky"

I just spilled a pint of lean on all my Dickies

I got 30 bitches in the Appalachians

Mountain, as the time ticks, they acting weirder

Check my tag, the numbers count on all my sweaters

Boy, that's Margiela

Nigga you know you ain't counting cheddar

Ask your baby girl who fuck her better

Bitch it's 20-15, it's Trick Daddy

Whippin' niggas like the slave master

20 karats in my left wrist, I'm a youth pastor

Sliding down your city real slow

Braids out with the rare 'fro

With the platinum teeth, nigga good grief

When a nigga smile all you see is bling

Chef Master when I start up beef

Got these niggas hating cause I mm, damn

Niggas hating cause I'm flexing harder

Quick to run it up like Tiki Barber

Chopper make a nigga think smarter

Chopper make a nigga second guess

Is this nigga here really my nigga, or am I just trying hard to impress?

Hmm, now he thinking

Diamonds sparkle got these niggas blinking

Chardo-Sunday nights, momma drinking

Demon soul inside a holy heaven

[Soop:]

I'm in this ditch like a camper

Creeping, late night in I'm a vamper

Don't let my young boys attack you

I'm with that shit like a pamper

They say that they trick but I'm Damper

When I'm in that bed it ain't Tamper

These niggas be creeping like cancer

She jump on my pole like a lancer

I'm red-on-red look like I'm Prancer

Dib and dabbing in the London cabbie

Boy that yappa-chopper started thunder clapping

Nigga rah-rah like a dungeon dragon

And a cra-cra if you think you capping

But my 'migos stamping me a newer package

I'ma ship it over to an Egypt palace

Sippin' lean out a golden chalice

Wallet looking like a fucking salad

You could see the karats in the band of children

I'm across the water looking like a pilgrim

Money, money, what an open feeling

Y'all been watching looking like a thriller

Always street-whippin' looking like I'm Tigger

Boy that new thing looking like Shakira

And she give thanks like we in November

CORTEX lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Yeah

Polishin' a goddamn sword, you know what I'm sayin'?

Polishin' a sword (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

Concrete Family, Concrete Industries, Concrete Boys up, always, never down

(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube) Always

Niggas is not really killers

I seen 'em shoot up, they treat beef like heroin (Uh, uh)

Everyone wanna be kings

But niggas too soft, see, me, I got pharaoh skin

We took the drive, needed Wock' for the low

Had to do us a call in Carrollton (Damn)

My niggas quick to reassemble your wig

I nicknamed him Tae 'cause he arrogant (Brrt)

Nut in your bitch, make her carry my kids

Treat that lil' bitch like a surrogate (Uh)

Bought a new crib 'cause I needed more space

I call my new shit a terabyte (Uh)

Only if niggas could see what I saw

Take a walk in my shoes, they'll feel me (God)

Dawg, if the government knew what I knew publicly

Honestly, they'd kill me (Uh)

Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)

We gettin', p-paper, I'm in a, Maybach

Fuckin' your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm

Bettin' a million, hm, niggas can't fuck with the boys (Us)

Pullin' up, new Rolls Royce

Bitch on moist, feelin' my void

Pocket full of blue like boys

Niggas too noisy, they can't hang around (Brr)

Keep shit simple like Jjjound

Need my crown pearl like oysters (Us)

White gold shiny like quarters

Ten thousand shoes, feelin' like hoarders, hm

Ain't nobody gon' check me, hm

Two hunnid thousand, I spend on a neck piece

Fuck my opps, I'm deadly (Opps)

When I die, hope they put on my tombstone

"All I wanted was respect" (Yeah)

Concrete Boy Boat, I ain't no hoe, and that's on my set (Us)

Went from Buddy Pass to the first class

Then we hit them jets (Uh)

Took that F&N with them big bullets, put down T-Rex (Brrt)

This ain't book club, this ain't study session

Can I have some sex? (Uh)

I ain't never pressed, ever, no, baby, there is too many hoes (Yeah)

I ain't never content with my life, I got too many goals (Yuh)

I ain't ever naked in no club, we got too many poles uh, hm

They don't wanna cop no za, we got too many lows (Mh)

Out in LA with my little brother, we coppin' too many bowls

Nigga, niggas is, pussy, uh (Brr)

We gettin', p-paper, I'm in a, Maybach

Fuckin' your, b-bitch, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, hm

Bettin' a million (Slatt), hm, niggas can't fuck with the boys (Us)

Pullin' up, new Rolls Royce

Bitch on moist, feelin' my void

Pocket full of blue like boys

Niggas too noisy, they can't hang around (Damn)

Keep shit simple like Jjjound

Need my crown pearl like oysters (Free)

White gold shiny like quarters

Ten thousand shoes, feelin' like hoarders (Us, pussy)

Us, bitch

Went crazy

Damn

Dead Man Walking lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Buddha bless this beat

Bitch

[Lil Yachty:]

Where my motherfucking stack

Why them 20's in the front?

Why them 100's in the back?

Bring it back for some cash

I'm a self made product, bitch I look like a bag, yeah fuck

Know you, now I mean it

I'ma put a bitch on Front Street if you don't believe it

Ask your motherfucking, friends I'ma do it

I'm that nigga with the, AK, I'ma shoot it

Like a, bitches who in love like a cupid

If a nigga cross me up, on my mother, boy he stupid

Dead man, walking

Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'

Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking

Twerkin' off a sidekick, like I'm Robin

Dick have a morning 'til the neighbors come a knockin'

Only time a nigga sweat when a nigga joggin'

I can't take advice from someone who gotta clock in

That's a Fenti, got two Bentleys, white and green

One Ferrari, all red like Supreme

Your bitch, I made love in front the team

Try to cross me out, do you know what that mean

You a dead man, walking

Drop tape posin', Grand Ave' skrtin'

Bad bitch, big booty, and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm, why you stalking

Dreamboat Freestyle lyrics - Lil Yachty & Father

 [Lil Yachty:]

Yah (Meltycanon)

It's Lil Boat

What's up Father?

Yah, yah

Oh shit, we just got it lit like a candle

And I'm always one toe in, one toe out like sandals

And I'm 'bout my Green Bay like that nigga Randall

And I'm, mad rare like a purple Lambo

Gee, sheesh, I feel like Rambo, goddamn Daniel

I get paid daily what niggas get paid annual

And I'm still on the rise like a college player

She suck more bloods than a whole vampire lair

Runnin' shit, runnin' shit just like the mayor

Fuck your clique, and fuck every nigga you brought here

My neck is sick, got me flexin' like I'm Ric Flair

I don't want your bitch, but if I did, nigga she'd be here

[Father:]

Yuh, yuh

Still fake as fuck I'm photoshoped

They be slobbin' on her throat

Calabasas to East Coast

Grab yo' ass and eat it up

Grab yo' ass and beat him up

Run his pockets, count it up

Roll up dojah on her butt

Girl don't get too caught up

On a nigga like me yeh, or a nigga like Boat, eh

Girl look at this coat, yah

It ain't even that cold, no

Middle of summer, in some ice and some furs

Bitches know Father

I ain't never been curved

Still got the Motorola, yah

Keep good dope on me, yah

I don't fuck with these phonies, no

Stop calling me homie, hoe

Spanish girls like te amo

You got ana', I got ammo

Hit 'em upo like black rambo

Melty playing on piano

Lean'd up my Act yo'

Still love that Act though

Still a fucking asshole

Fuck her in her asshole

Valentino chain on

Her neck she tatt' my name on

Money and the fame, huh

She like boy don't change on me

Drippin lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. 21 Savage & Sauce Walka)

 [Hook - Lil Yachty:]

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

[Verse 1 - 21 Savage:]

Drippin on these niggas, drip drop

It's a real rollie it don't tick tock

Savage ridin' round the city with that Glock

Get that dick on it, I'm a let it pop

Let it pop, bitch you better run

It ain't no fun, when young Savage got the gun

I drop bombs on these niggas like Osama

Keep the Don Cannon I don't want no drama

[Hook - Lil Yachty:]

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

[Verse 2 - Lil Yachty:]

Flyest nigga you ever seen, I'm the king of the team

Hydro codeines, caught serving beans to the fiends

My new bitch Billy Jean, old bitch Tina Turner, keep the burner

Old hunnids Tom Joyner, my new bitch is a foreigner

My new wrist cost a 36, that's a quarter brick or three shows

I cut the ice on ear lobes, I'd rather split it with my bros

[Hook - Lil Yachty:]

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

[Verse 3 - Sauce Walka:]

Little bitch I'm so sick, Saucin' like I'm a Saucealot

I got so much flavor nigga

Swear to God that I probably sent you somethin'

Ain't your mama my baby mama

Drippin sauce how I make the commas

Pulled everything out the bottle, red bottle [?]

When I walk off it's a murder scene

Rolls got my wrist it look Burgundy

I made your bitch buy a fur for me

It wasn't even cold, hell it was spring

Sauce-Ebola, epidemic got the world drippin' over

Thanks to Sauce harbor now I'm on a little boat with 21 soldiers

[Hook - Lil Yachty:]

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin

First M Freestyle lyrics - Lil Yachty

Oooh

It's Lil Boat

Aye, I only show affection when I get an erection

Aye, I only show affection when I get an erection

I got bitches in the city tryna get in my section

I got nigga in the cut and they tote lethal weapons

Boat'll hit you so hard, you might think that it's Tekken

And I just talked to Sid and he said that the TEC in

I ain't talkin' 'bout no game when I say when the TEC in

Aye, the word around town, I got everyone checkin'

Yeah, they heard I got a check, guess 'em folks see me flex

I would plot on me too if I lived life like you

Bitches dream about the Boat, I'm one hell of a dude

Aye, I got a cellphone but I think I need two

I got six bad bitches that'll never fuck you

Yeah, my shower got four heads, guess it's meant for foreheads

I ain't never ever lie when I spoke on my bread

I ain't ever gave a fuck what a bitch nigga said

Aye, it's Boat from the six, don't forget what I said, bitch

Back at it, I don't rent cars, I pay cash

Them folks thought Lil Boat was done, I'm back on they ass

Six months ago I ain't have no cash

Damn I'm livin' fast, I'm the richest here

Young bitch, I ball like a Cavalier

Stupid bitch, I don't eat no caviar

Young nigga stuntin', need a Hollywood star

I got my first M and bought my moms a car

Skurt skurt

My bitch ass stupid dumb like durtduraler

Popped up on the scene like whatsueerp

No, I can't talk to no promoter unless the promoter got quota

I'm cold, Minnesota

Flexin On My Ex's lyrics - Lil Yachty

Haters gon' hate

You know ugh that's what Haters do, You know

If you got haters you doing something right

[Hook:]

Aye, I just bought some new teeth for the shine

I just bought a new watch cause it was time

I've been flexin' on all my old dimes

I've been flexin' on all my old ex's

[x2]

I might pull up to the vip in a Lexus

I might fuck a new bitch out in Texas

Whoa, Lil Yachty on a boat yeah

She know I get it for the low

That's why they all call my phone

When I get home you gon' reach for your phone, yeah

And I just got some new diamonds in my teeth

I'm about to go fuck up the VIP

I just got some new teeth for the shine

I just bought a new house cause it was time

I've been flexin' on all my old dimes

I've been flexin' on all my old ex's

I've been flexin' on all my old ex's

I might pull up to the scene in a Lexus

I just bought some new teeth cause its the shine

I just bought a new watch cause it was time

A nigga way to fly to sheesh, should be a crime

She used to call me now she see that's its my time

Whoa, these bitches see I'm getting money

Now they all want some from me

But hell nah I don't fuck with yall

I stay to my day ones that's my fucking dogs

I done ran a sack up with my bros

Middle fingers up to all you dusty hoes

[Hook]

Follies lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Lil Llari)

 [Lil Yachty:]

Every single night I like to fuck on the thotty

Ice on my wrist like a nigga play hockey

I'm ballin on these niggas, that's why all these hoes jock me

I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

I said I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

Every single night I like to fuck on the thotty

Ice on my wrist like a nigga play hockey

I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

I said I just bought a coupe and It's made by Cavalli

Fuckin' on my bitch and you know she a hottie

I just bought a new whip and it go fast like I'm Harley

Choppa get to singin' and it sound like Charlie

Yeah, yeah, Uncle Charlie, yeah, mmm

We gon' guard me, I'm at Folly, fuckin' up the party

I got white on my blunt like a piano key

Yachty from the block, don't give a fuck 'bout what you say to me

I just fuck a bitch, I got the recipe, aye

Stack up just to flex up, I'ma spend it all at Follies

Every single night I like to fuck on the thotty

Ice on my wrist like a nigga play hockey

I'm ballin on these niggas, that's why all these hoes jock me

I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

I said I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

Every single night I like to fuck on the thotty

Ice on my wrist like a nigga play hockey

I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

[Lil Llari:]

I just, I just, I just went and copped a Rari just like [?]

I don't wanna drive it [?]

If you talkin' wrong, I'm already gon' grab on the holster

[?] miss his soul as long his ass on the posters

I been gettin' money, that's the only thing I do

I just took a trip with a bitch in Ohio

I been gettin' money, that's the only thing I do

I just took a trip with a bitch in Ohio

[Lil Yachty:]

Every single night I like to fuck on the thotty

Ice on my wrist like a nigga play hockey

I'm ballin on these niggas, that's why all these hoes jock me

I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

I said I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

Every single night I like to fuck on the thotty

Ice on my wrist like a nigga play hockey

I just want to spend every dollar at Follies

For Nothing lyrics - Lil Yachty & Bryson Tiller

 [Lil Yachty (Bryson Tiller):]

Yeah

Thank God my mama for my legacy

Relax, kick back, unwind by the pool, icy jewels

Levelin' up on all of you fools, you late

In my mind I know that I'm cool, I'm straight

Don't need a bitch for nothing

Don't need a nigga for nothing, yeah (Yeah)

[Bryson Tiller:]

She keep thinkin' I need her

Tell the bitch I don't need her

Believin' she a keeper, nah

But I ain't in the scene, nah, nah

Lately, yeah

I've been on some different shit, lately

Oh yeah, the time bad and it's my bad

Should've told your ass when you came to me

[Lil Yachty (Bryson Tiller) {Both}:]

{I don't need a bitch for} nothing (Nothing, uh-huh)

Don't need a nigga for nothing, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)

Relax, kick back, unwind {by the pool}, icy jewels

Levelin' up on all of you fools, you late

In my mind I know that I'm cool, I'm straight (Uh-huh)

Don't need a bitch for nothing (Don't need a bitch for nothing)

Don't need a nigga for nothing, yeah, yeah (Uh-huh)

[Bryson Tiller:]

Nigga be thinkin I need him

Tell that man I don't need him

Almost risked my freedom (Almost risked my freedom, yeah)

Like somebody gotta teach em, nah

Keep it movin', uh

God is tellin' me to keep it movin' (Yeah, oh nah)

I don't get a redo, no redo's (Ah)

Middle finger then peace, to em

[Lil Yachty (Bryson Tiller) {Both}:]

{I don't need a bitch for nothing} (Nothing, nah)

Don't need a nigga for nothing, yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah)

{Relax, kick back, unwind by the pool}, icy jewels

{Levellin' up on all of you fools}, you late

{In my mind I know that I'm cool}, I'm straight (Ah)

{Don't need a bitch for} nothing (Nothing)

Don't need a nigga for nothing, yeah, yeah (Ayy, hmm-mm)

[Bryson Tiller:]

Don't be back at me

Like "Please, can we get back to where we used to be?"

But I moved on, he moved on, yeah

Don't be back at me

Like "Please, can we get back to where we used to be?"

But I moved on, yeah I moved on

Fuck Up A Sack lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. K$upreme)

 [K$upreme:]

Who do be [?]

Ya bitch on my dick and shit

Flippin the brick and shit

My niggas be livin rich

Finessin and juggin shit

I just spilt lean in my fuckin' Rick's

Get me some new Ricks

Glock nigga wit a dick

[Lil Yachty:]

Go buy a TV that 60 inch

So you can watch how I fuckin ball, Like a lick

Gotta bitch that can do exotic tricks

Crib big like a crewship

Watch this ma do a backflip

I hate nigga's like I'm Hilfiger

She gon' fuck wit me cuz my name bigger

Aye aye

I got more blue cheese than wing stop

Dope in my sock got the fiends high

Wings in my bed like I'm Jeremy Scott

Gold on my teeth like my tooth was rotten

Imma fuck up a whole sack

Yachty gon' get it right back

I'm on the block with the cats

Bust at his top if he wack

Aye, Fuck up a sack get it right back

Fuck up a sack get it right back

Fuck up a sack get it right back

Fuck up a sack get it right back

Fuck up a sack get it right back

If I lose Imma flip back

Fuck Up My Flow lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Uh, uh

Uh, yeah, uh

It's Lil Boat (Uh), and Benny (Uh)

I done did too much to get to where I'm goin', baby, don't fuck up my flow (Uh, uh)

You been askin' way too many questions, baby, ask me what you need to know (Uh, uh)

I'ma let your ass know (Uh)

Please don't fuck up my flow (Uh)

I'm goin' where I need to go (Uh)

Please don't fuck up my flow (Uh)

Don't you think 'bout wastin' my time (Nope)

If the phone flip, that's a hot line (Grrrt)

She said, "You 'bout to break my spine" (What you say?)

I said, "I know" (Wow)

Baby, I don't shop at Macy's (I don't)

Let's have a threesome with Macy (Let's do it)

She had text back, like maybe (She did)

I said, "Let's go" (Let's get it, gang)

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn (You know)

(Benny, Benny)

Oh, I know (Benny, Benny)

Lil Boat

I've been doin' way too much for any nigga or any bitch to try to fuck up my flow

I done did too much to get to where I'm goin', baby, don't fuck up my flow (Uh, uh)

You been askin' way too many questions, baby, ask me what you need to know (Uh, uh)

I'ma let your ass know (Uh)

Please don't fuck up my flow (Uh)

I'm goin' where I need to go (Uh)

Please don't fuck up my flow (Uh)

Ayy, please don't fuck up my flow (No)

Ayy, please don't fuck up my flow

I'm goin' where I need to go

I've been headin' to the top

Not a person who could stop Lil Boat from workin' his job

Damn, damn, damn

Oh, I know

Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, okay (Gang)

I've been fuckin' on too many bitches, I don't why I tried to claim you (True)

I've been juggling my money, my family, my friends, and now the fame too (True)

I'm not tryna complain (No), but please don't tarnish my name (No)

I got my mind on the grain

I said fuck what you're saying (Gang)

FUK EM lyrics - SSGKobe x Lil Yachty

 Yeah

Yeah (Brrt)

Hey, hey, hey

If I'm real (Real), niggas know what I'm on (Yeah)

Take the cards I was dealt (Dealt), quick to take the bitch home

My heart never felt (Felt) heartbreak, thank God (Yeah)

I never left home without my rod (Brrt)

Shots out, push and ride (Ride), push around my niggas (Yeah)

I'm in the west coast, four hunnid million (Slatt)

I need pills, I need pills for the dealer

He knew how we remixed and he tried to kill us

Fuck 'em (Brrt)

That's how I'm feeling, man, fuck all of 'em, fuck 'em (Brrt)

Fuck all them niggas, fuck 'em (Brrt)

Fuck 'em all

Gang on gang on gang (Hey, hey, hey)

She see the diamonds, they dance on my neck, a chandelier (Yuh)

All of the niggas that claim they hate me fans of me, yeah

Shawty, she suck it on cam, a new movie, a premiere (Yeah)

They wasn't there from the start, now new niggas start appearing

Hey, listen, that boy was talking shit then he went missing

I-I-I got my choppa by my side, I can't risk it

I'm with my princess, CDG on her, she winnin'

She cut my brother, then talking to me

She started shaking when talking to me

Doing a diss 'cause he can't get a feat (Yeah)

I need a bag, I'm not talking for free, yeah-ooh

That's how I'm feeling, man, fuck all of 'em, fuck 'em (Yeah-ooh)

Fuck 'em (I need a bag I'm not talking for free, yeah-ooh)

Fuck 'em all (Yeah-ooh)

Gang on gang on gang (Yeah)

GHINI lyrics - Lil Yachty

 I pick the 'Rari over the 'Ghini, uh (Blatt)

I got a bitch late night, pick her up [?], ain't want 'em to see me (Yeah)

I got a [?], swappin' that spit off of a beanie (Slatt)

All of us get to the riches, my bitches in love with each other, it's perfect (Mwah)

Twenty percent of my soul I had gave to the devil, but fuck it, it's worth it

Told her to give me that top, get a purchase

Niggas is clowns, livin' in circus

I'm goin' up, up off Perkies

I'm off [?], halfway shirtless (Woo)

She want steak, she get Churches

She pack diamonds, shit look worthless

And I'm pimpin', this my purpose

Pay one fifty for my service (Yeah)

M-O-L-L-Y in my veins, I cannot focus (Damn, damn, yeah)

I-T-S-U-S, it's only us, I thought you noticed (It's us)

If I brought my Glock, we're in a hell whip, I don't show up

Pull up with a .50 totin' thirty when I was twenty (Who?)

I spent a hunnid, pussy, never overlook (Never)

I know killers who don't get off Triller, life a real thriller

Don't go gamblin' with your life and get mad at the card dealer

Swear they call [?], I'm a real life [?] (Yes, yes)

Whole real pill popper, I'm a real back breaker (Slatt)

I pick the 'Rari over the 'Ghini (Blatt)

I pick the 'Rari over the 'Ghini (Blatt)

I pick the 'Rari over the 'Ghini (Blatt)

Go Krazy, Go Stupid Freestyle lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Yeah, I just spent 35 grand on a humbug (Go)

Half of this shit, I would've spent with the gun plug (Bitch)

(Oh my God, Ronny)

Nigga more strapped than a middle-aged dyke style

Leave the boy stayin' where he layin' like the bathtub

Tryna keep it cool, but this bitch gon' make me act up

Nigga, back up, go on somewhere and get your racks up

I will use my gun if I have to (Uh)

Big FN, I will not need back up

These bullets'll leave a nigga tryna get sewn up (Bitch)

This bitch bad, she about to get flown up

Since 17, I've been livin' like a grown-up

Got a big bag, now every single bitch gon' fuck

Pull up in a Tonka truck lookin' like the money man

I will not give a single fuck about a hunnid bands

I can count that so quick with my other hand (Ooh, ooh)

My brims hard, let me know who realer then (Yeah)

Drop a couple million, still rock a gilla then

Might paint the whip all pink like I'm Killa Cam

Inside the whip peanut butter like I'm Peter Pan

I need my own island, Gilligan

I'm sorry your bitch wanna feel a man

Walk, bhee, walk in the club, changin' the weather

They call me the new weatherman

New earring same size as a Suby (Ice)

85 racks, no cap, know you see these

Shit look sweet, no licks come easy

On my soul this shit ain't PG (Go)

I'ma sit this one out like KD

Might turn 30, go ball like KG

Prolly will not 'cause I am not that crazy

Keep talkin' shit, I'ma wipe that baby

Since a [?], sent the money to AB

At this point, I see more water than the Navy

Need a Porsche coupe same color as some gravy

All tinted up, drop top, middle finger to a cop (Yeah)

These niggas hate Boat 'cause I'm the most unorthodox (Fuck)

Y'all know the face like a muhfuckin' chicken pox

I remember when the fuck ass niggas didn't rock

Now niggas know what's goin' down, word to Yung Joc

(Bitch)

Bitch ass nigga

(Bitch)

Yeah, go crazy, go stupid

Ahh

Go

Go! (Remix) lyrics - Lil Yachty

 (from "Teen Titans Go! To The Movies" soundtrack)

[Ensemble:]

T Double E, N, T, I, T, A, N, S

They're the real hero's takin' down the Big Menace

Teen Titans flow Teen Titans know

Beast Boy, Cyborg, baby Teen Titans go!

Go, Teen Titans, go! Go, Teen Titans, go! Go, Teen Titans, go! Go, Teen Titans, go!

[Beast Boy (Cyborg):]

Beast Boy! Can change straight up into an animal!

(An animal?)

[Starfire:]

An animal?

[Beast Boy (Robin):]

Yes, any animal!

(Boom, Awe!)

Yep he's a kitty now!

(Ohh!)

Check out my kitty, meow!

[Starfire:]

The Star, the Fire, the live, the wire

The Alien-Princess in my Alien-Attire

The energy blast! the super sonic speed!

[The Titans (not Starfire):]

Is she down with the Titans?

[Starfire:]

Oh the yes indeed!

[Cyborg:]

Booyah! Booyah! Got my cannon blasters!

Cyborg! Woo baby! Mr High-Tech-Master!

[Robin:]

W-w-w-w-w-what?!

[Cyborg:]

Mr Meatball-Disaster!

[Robin:]

W-w-w-w-w-what?!

[Cyborg:]

Mr Boom Boom Blaster!

[Ensemble:]

Teen Teen Titans the Titans the Teen Titans!

Teen Teen Titans the Titans the Teen Titans!

Teen Teen Titans the Titans the Teen Titans!

Teen Teen Titans the Titans the Teen Titans!

[Robin (Cyborg):]

Boom! With the smoke, bombs and birdarangs!

Bo staff hitting steady doing my thing!

Robin Robin! The Leader!

Robin Robin! In Charge!

(Show em yo baby hands!)

No Robin Robins are large!

[Ensemble:]

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

[Raven:]

Raven is here to drop it on you even harder!

There's no darker than me!

I'm as dark as can be!

Check it

Azarath Metrion Z-Z-Zinthos!

Teleport and Magical powers

They adios!

[Ensemble:]

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Go Teen Titans, go!

Guacamole lyrics - Nessly & Lil Yachty

 [Nessly & TM88:]

Ooh-ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh (ooh-ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah (8...)

[Nessly:]

He said he heard I got it on me (ah)

Bitch, I really got it on me

Don't go playin' with my money

Better pray to someone holy

Thumbin' through this guacamole

Look at all this guacamole

Look at all this guap, it's on me

Don't fuck with my guacamole, yah

Niggas heard I got the Benz and they right

They always say the truth will come to the light (yah)

Nigga hatin', I'ma cum on his wife (ooh, yeah)

Don't you think I don't know where you reside?

Spent the morning in a cop car

Now a nigga in a flight

Shawty know that I'm a rockstar

She just wanna live the life

Nigga say he sellin' real Act (yah)

Hit the lean up with the light

Hit my liter with the Sprite, ayy (tour)

Put the lean up on the ice (yah)

[Nessly & Lil Yachty:]

He said he heard I got it on me

Bitch, I really got it on me (ooh)

Don't go playin' with my money (ooh-ooh)

Better pray to someone holy (brr)

Thumbin' through this guacamole (ring, ring)

Look at all this guacamole (yah, ring, ring)

Look at all this guap, it's on me (Lil Boat, ring, ring)

Don't fuck with my guacamole, yah (Lil Boat)

He said he heard I was a phony (phony)

Askin' if my jacket stoney (stoney, whoa)

None of my bitches be boney

Nipples big like pepperoni

Most these rappers tryna clone me (clone me)

I remember bein' lonely (yuh)

Now these bitches tryna bone me (bone me, yuh)

Daddy used to stay in Zone 3 (Zone 3)

Ninety thousand on the wedding ring (bling)

But I ain't gettin' married no time soon

Shawty suck me like a vacuum (huh)

Her ass hot like it's the middle June

Look at all this guacamole ('mole)

Sock in her mouth like I'm Mick Foley (I'm Mick Foley)

Guap all in a nigga's pockets

Thighs look like they swollen (Lil Boat)

He said he heard I got it on me

Bitch, I really got it on me (ooh)

Don't go playin' with my money (ooh-ooh)

Better pray to someone holy (brr)

Thumbin' through this guacamole (ring, ring)

Look at all this guacamole (ring, ring)

Look at all this guap, it's on me (ring, ring)

Don't fuck with my guacamole, yah

He said he heard I got it on me

Bitch, I really got it on me

Don't go playin' with my money

Better pray to someone holy

Thumbin' through this guacamole

Look at all this guacamole

Look at all this guap, it's on me

Don't fuck with my guacamole, yah

Guap lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. 21 Savage)

 [Lil Yachty:]

Better duck from the shells

Break her back just like kale, you niggas gon' tell

After 11, I jump to a teen cause I do not fuck with 12

I do not get at you niggas and bitches

Leave his ass with stitches if he touch my digits

Pull up to the scene, all you hear is crickets

Body went ghost when he saw we with it

I'm richer now, make a phone call and'll get you now

Like down with the same family

Cause all these new niggas be switch arounds

It's Lil Boat, fresher than Scope, gold on my throat

I pledge an oath to stay on my toes, to stay down with my bros

I keep a round, anythin' my nigga want he can get it (lil boat)

Cause if I call up my nigga, bet that he let you get it, loyalty

King of the Teens and royalty

Just saw your new gill, look like foil, B

Young nigga rich, fuckin' up a sack, fuckin' on your bitch

[21 Savage:]

I get that money and spend it

I'm in a Rari, it's tinted

I fucked his bitch now he trippin'

Bitch man ain't in it, I'm in it

I got a way with the women

I got a way with the hoes

I spend my money on money

You spend you money on clothes

I broke my arm in the bowl

And I get 20 a show

I get my diamonds from Italy

I spent a check on that Rolls

I spent the check on her purse

Then I went bought me a vert

I'm scrapin' the bowl then I skurt

I'm scrapin' the bowl then I skurt

I'm ridin' 'round with a stick

Make this muthfucka fishtail

I get surgical with the pump

Nigga call me Denzel, Training Day

I might just hop on the plane today

My jewelry on me, but I'm plain today

Money on me, it might rain today

Give a fuck 'bout what these haters say, bitch I'm gon' get it

Got a friend with a friend, bitches come with it

Nut all on her titties, bitches gettin' freaky

These niggas wanna be me, bitch I ball like bebe

HAHAHA lyrics - YN Jay & Lil Yachty

 (Yeah, Baby, you did this one)

Yeah

I got a gun so big, I bet I could stop time if I shoot this bitch

An eight ball so motherfuckin'—

I got an eight ball, yeah, this shit straight drop, she gon' drop dead if she ooh this bitch

Nigga tried kill his bitch, damn

Nigga tried to domestic violence, escalated, went too far, I'm finna shoot this bitch

Fourth down, two point conversion, I'ma poont this bitch

Damn, I mean punt this bitch

Freak bitch ain't never had sex— ah

Freak bitch ain't never had good dick, I'm finna hump this bitch

Naw, I don't really wanna fuck, bitch, suck this dick

Freak bitch— damn

Freak bitch forgot to put on fuckin' deodorant and came out on some musty shit

Bitch walk around with wrinkled feet, on some crusty shit

I'll have Malik blaze you bad, on some dusty shit

Nigga pulled up in an old-school, but it was really old-school on some rusty shit

Switch my mag 'round, it's a double clip

I done came through with the bundle clip

WWE, I'm on some rumble shit

If you don't like me, I'm on some fuck you shit

If I pull my gun out, I'ma bust you quick

Boomin' on Westbrook, on my Russell shit

Damn, I'll have the whole motherfuckin' street slappin'

Baby on the track, got the beat slappin'

Ready for ap'— damn, aight

Ready for applause, got my heat clappin'

Ready for the fuckin' studio, I'll keep rappin'

Fuck the rap game, I'll keep trappin'

Traphouse beat, I'll keep slappin'

Bitch suckin' dick all night, got her knees ashy

Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha (Go)

In the name of the Lord, we need all the M's (Go)

Can you stack them blue hundreds up above the rim?

Minor twenty thousand dollar certified gem

Oh, that boy a hard-head, hit him in his Crimson Chin (Boom)

I done took a few L's, but I was born to win (Slatt)

Really what I rap, ask those who swore me in (Blitt)

We ain't really seen him, are you sure he swore he came?

Must ain't eat for long, how his gang starvin'

Fucked more hoes than Spellman grad class, glad I skipped class

Really should've been in ICU how I sip glass

If bullets get to flyin', bet the biggest one run fast

My Bentayga and Maybach same contrast (Go)

Was seventeen usin' big Benz for DoorDash

Couldn't get a rack, now I'm thankful to sort cash

My brother smiled when he beat his trial, he grew up foul (Yeah)

Pray to God he stay up out the streets for a little while (Yes)

Gave mama 40K the other day, I need a new pile

My sister want a new car, my papa want a new gun

I'm bustin' in my shorty every time I want a new son (Yes)

I'm grippin' this bitch hair while gettin' mouth, she need a new bun

I used to be the joke that people spoke, I think that we won

We pull up fifty deep there anyway, they like, "What he on?"

A millionaire, but my young niggas still get them P's gone

I never sip on drank around Pee, but when he gone, it's time

Pour that shit up

Hella O's lyrics - Lil Yachty

 Lean still get it for the guts though

Young hot head man cut throat

[?] on don't go

Kick back and sell out them O's

Uh

Skr, skr, skrt, skrt

Uh, skrt, uh, skrt

Uh, uh

Skrt, skrt

(Plug)

Pull up on your block and we squirting nines

Niggas wanna duke it this the right time

Counting up, counting up hella bands

Using my guap as a face fan

KSupreme, that's my right hand

Niggas mobbing deep like a Taliban

Right now I'm a Harlem boy but Lil Yachty from Atlantastan

Stack the cheddar cheese on my night stand

If my money low then watch your life man

Lean still get it for the guts though

Young hot head man cutthroat

[?] on don't go

Kick back and serve out them O's

Niggas strapped up like Girbauds

I just hopped out on them fo's

(Plug)

Bloody bandana my bros

But cuzzy bandana my woes

Bought bank and I bang on fo's

All these fuck niggas is hoes

He better not knock on my door

I bust a cap in his throat

I put a dick in his hoe

I might just flip out them O's

[?]

Brought my niggas 'round your hoe

Let em run train on ya wife

We pass that pussy all night

Then we stack it tall as kites

Nigga try me that's his life

Hella O's

I been counting hella O's

Money stacking tall like lego's

I been counting hella O's

Hella O's

Hella O's

I been counting hella O's

Money

Told my plug I need a whole fix

Serving off O's

I could flip a brick

Hella O's, hella O's

I been moving hella O's

Young RD counting hella O's

Big full Chevy boy check out the candy paint canary

Yellow diamonds in my pinky ring

(Plug)

20 band juug's I can buy

I can buy, I can buy

Like 30 chains

All these bitches love me like I'm Jesus

Old money same age as Regis

But that shit long like R.Kelly

Fuck round put shots in your belly

Told that hoe to meet me at the telly

I can never ever fold

RD be counting big O's

I been counting bank rolls

Money make her touch her toes

Money got me the hoes

Money got a nigga right

I be sipping dirty sprite

Hella O's

I been counting hella O's

Money stacking tall like lego's

I been counting hella O's

Hella O's

Hella O's

I been counting hella O's

Money stacking tall like lego's

Told my plug I need a whole fix

Serving off O's

I could flip a brick

Hella O's, hella O's

I been moving hella O's

Young RD counting hella O's

Here We Go lyrics - Lil Yachty

 I want you to know

Everywhere I go, I'm thinking bout you

Thinking bout you

And everywhere I go, I'm thinking bout you

Thinking bout you

Late night when you in your room

And you turn your TV down and turn up yo tunes

Do you look at those pictures of us in your room?

Do ya? Do ya?

I bet so cause when I'm at home alone

And you come across my dome, I hear voices of your moan

And when I look at my dresser every time I see your thong

And it make me think about when I get you alone

Ohh ohh, Baby here we go

Every time we doing great this nigga always mess up the picture

Tell me what’s the issue

I need me some Swishers, to take my mind away

I need to escape

Ohh ohh, baby here we go

Every time we doing great this nigga always mess up the picture

Tell me what’s the issue

I need me some Swishers, to take my mind away

I need to escape

And I’m getting tired

Tired of trying

Trying to drag us, but that shit goes nowhere

I miss when you loved me

But I know that means nothing

When I move on I hope that you feel the punishment

The punishment of being stuck with that lame nigga

Who can’t do shit for ya

You know that I’ll be there for ya

But you gotta let me know what’s up

Ohh ohh, Baby here we go

Every time we doing great this nigga always has to mess up the picture

Tell me what’s the issue

I need me some Swishers, to take my mind away

I need to escape

And I’m getting tired

Tired of trying

Trying to drag us, but that shit just goes nowhere

I miss when you loved me

But I know that means nothing

When I move on I hope that you feel the punishment

The punishment of being stuck with that lame nigga

Who can’t do shit for ya

It's RD

My brother Barl on the beat

I need me a bitch who gon' be a nasty freak but only for me

Baby here we go

Hightop Shoes lyrics - Lil Yachty, Lil Keed & Zaytoven

 I can't lose, I got hightop shoes on

Heard he on the news, yeah, he tellin' on his crew

Where the hoes at? I screw 'em like a screw

Catch my contact, I'm smokin' exotic, ooh

Leave yo' contact, I'll hit yo' phone (Brrp)

We gon' chalk it, yeah, we leavin' bones

Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt

Hunnid shots out there brrt, brrt

At yo' main hoe house, came in her mouth

I'm inspired, I ain't trippin', I don't chase clout

Why you trippin'? Why you talkin' like a mouse, mouse

Told Lil Yachty we the wave and it's no doubt

All that tough talk shit, go on and pop out

Sellin' drugs out the apartment, at yo' hoe house

Slide this dick against her face, yes, it broke her jaw

Everything we got we own, we not Bow Wow

We got diamonds, we got packs, we don't see no drought

Like he Chris Tucker, I'm lookin' for Juntao

Yes, I'm sucker-free, that's why they ride my wave, uh

I fucked her one time, one time only, I don't claim her

Y'all niggas fake gangsta, you shootin', you ain't even hit nothin'

Still lookin' for that hoe off the TV show, off the One on One

(Ha, ha, ha)

Where you at, girl?

I don't need a vest, girl

Boy, get smoked like Marlboro

I can't lose, I got hightop shoes on

Heard he on the news, yeah, he tellin' on his crew

Where the hoes at? I screw 'em like a screw

Catch my contact, I'm smokin' exotic, ooh

Leave yo' contact, I'll hit yo' phone (Brrp)

We gon' chalk it, yeah, we leavin' bones

Fuck 'em, big FN, I tuck 'em

They want smoke don't duck 'em (Duck)

Run in head-first I bust em' (I bust)

I know what she want

She want x, she want coke

She want gas, she want me

She wanna fuck the whole team (Go)

Big boy cap, it pop off, you a liar

Broke nigga swearin' that it's his year

I don't talk about it, be about it what I've been on

I've been spendin' big boy guap since I've been on

I don't want that bitch, boy, I just want to see what it hit on (Aye)

Big booty I just want to feel on

Hood bitch givin' top with a grill on

I can't lose, I got hightop shoes on

Heard he on the news, yeah, he tellin' on his crew

Where the hoes at? I screw 'em like a screw

Catch my contact, I'm smokin' exotic, ooh

Leave yo contact, I'll hit yo phone (Brrp)

We gon' chalk it, yeah, we leavin' bones

Hit Bout It lyrics - Lil Yachty (feat. Kodak Black)

 [Lil Yachty:]

Yeah, yeah, go

Woke up, feelin' shiesty

I'm on a, uh

Yeah, uh-huh

(Who the hell is-)

Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely

Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces

Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely

Pull up, six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely

They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricy

Two hundred racks inside that shoebox, bitch, it ain't no Nikes

She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited"

Nigga, touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots

I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, she can't keep quiet

This big, bad hood, you said you from lookin' mighty quiet

I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a strict diet

My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5"

Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives

I'm thinkin' movin' to Africa to marry six wives

I'm in New York, we stay with several pole and seven big knives

Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly

'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad

Who said he could come around this side without a hall pass?

I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass

These niggas burned, tryna pop Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is-)

I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash

This bitch said she like athletes, I walked in with them thigh pads

I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad

Christmas came around, I had bought all steppers, brand new doormats

Inside the whip, bright orange like the Lorax

I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gortex

I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes

My brother need a new tech, my mama want a new pet

This niggas flip-flop like every week, they in a new set

I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run like a nuisance

Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent

Where I'm from, it's one way in and out like a camp tent

[Kodak Black:]

Put a convertible on the block, it look like Lamborghini

Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like Lamborghini

I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (Who the hell is-)

Spend that lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky

In and out the trap where I stay, but I ain't one sleepin'

I'm totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead

I got rubies on my teeth and plus my molly is red

I'ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain't no discussion

Told her it ain't nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin'

All a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm gettin' money

I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me

I was spendin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly

Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got his cousin

They know I made my woodwork, hop out with an Oak

Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna prope

I'm talkin' straight gas nigga, I want all the smoke

I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat

AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier on this side

You got a nigga yoke, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it

We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it

Hittin' the missionary she start yellin', tell her, "Be quiet"

I'm with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris

We don't fuck with niggas, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (Who the hell is-)

We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it

I ain't passin' my reefer, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it

We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it

I ain't doin' no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it