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royal rumble - lil yachty lyrics

[intro: lil yachty]
(who the h*ll is carlo?)
f*ck all these b*tch ass outsiders, you know
f*ck ’em
look, look, look

[verse 1: lil yachty]
lou pulled up on me, so we poured up a kobe bryant
stacked up all my empty wock’ pints, it’s taller than a giant
almost didn’t graduate school, i was so defiant
bored as h*ll, i think me and my b*tch finna hit miama
d*mn, dawg i meant miami
i’m tongue*twisting, keep my gun lifted, just to be specific
10 milli bullets, ain’t no running from a n*gga slug
cleaning sessions with my gun on me, talkin’ ’bout [?] judge
f*cked a b*tch i saw her on tv, but it’s not “the grudge”
n*gga so tough in them schemes, but i’m ’bout to bust
glock ain’t got no sound, [?], call this b*tch a sound [?], ’cause when i shoot this b*tch at this n*gga, bet the n*gga hush
bro’ll pull up in that ‘ghini, yeah, same color as a zucchini
[?]
smokin’ a n*gga like hickory, pull a fn, [?]

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
krispylife
done wearing the big b’s, i pulled the j’s out
sn*tch a b*tch wig off, like, pull your fade out
retired from the k, i, run fades now
and raw*dogged your baby mama, what you gon’ say now?
from flint, if the water’ll make it bad, i can get ugly
12:00 my trap rush hour, ask for chris tucker
shot dawg, tryna take a shot, i’m a fifth bust it
you don’t never get props, you a d*ck sucker
how the f*ck you gon’ keep sliding and not hit nothing?
if a n*gga in the radius, i’ma flip somethin’
my b*tch got a onlyfans, i get a 10th of it
i’m a pimp, i f*cked her, and like 6 cousins
[verse 3: rmc mike]
drinking lean for 10 years to cause all my big stomach
pop you with a gun inside a gun, it got a kit on it
that b*tch was all go, with a sandpaper grip on it
girly say she knew i can f*ck, from the hip motions
60 racks for my new kit, look like i’m moving out
don’t drive fast coming down my block, i might shoot it up
put a whole gram on the table, watch unc [?] it up
they say i been acting real stiff, it’s time to loosen up
n*ggas out here drinking cut lean, tryna act high
n*gga you be coming off the bench, i’m the franchise
fell in love with a blazing b*tch, she got cat eyes
me, yachty, ray, kidd, and rio, the fab 5

[verse 4: babyface ray]
all my n*ggas in the street, don’t know no rap guys
holy water from my jeweler, i got baptized
f’s on my hip, i got f’s on my hat now
fear of god, demons on the chally, send a scat down
my son got a bankroll bigger than n*ggas
n*gga playing crazy, put his ass in the blender
blend game crazy, taking half to a chicken
we are not the same, it’s dior on my d*ckies
codeine cowboy
ask around, lot of noise
draco in the whip, ride with me, i’m a choppa boy
purple in my cup, jewels dancing, b*tch, i’m blocboy
n*gga reach for my sh*t, get popped for it
[verse 5: rio da yung og]
i ain’t with tez, but i ain’t throwing hands, i’m a glockboy
the first thing i ever bought my son was a glock toy
bro riding in a rental with 3 cash, he a hot boy
michael jordan, glock .23 with 22, the other glock curry
skrrt, that’s how the ‘cat sound
mike got the glock in the club, but they ain’t pat him down
i’m with the drank god, he can possibly pull some act out
i’m on the south side, with the apostrophe in the crock house
$1,800 bag, pull the glock out it
you say you a real drinker, pull some snot out
2 k’s laying on the couch, i put the glock out
b*tch bent over tryna tie her shoes, pulled my c*ck out
used to have the standard clip, i got a mop now
sh*t, gang, what we pouring? i got a pop now
n*gga put the gun down, you getting get knocked out
seen the opps at the store, hopped out a droptop with chop out
my big homie got a couple keys, we can’t get locked out

[verse 6: dc2trill]
everybody know you really a b*tch, put that glock down
n*gga came as a shooter, but he got shot down
ever since the cash came legit, i’m buying opps now
n*gga shook his drank up, it made the pop sound
the lean plug finna retire, i need a doc now
hop up out the car and bang bang, like he pops now
.35 in the gram a leaf, this ain’t no cigar
pull up in my hood fresh as h*ll, like a trap star
all a n*gga do is talk, fairytale cap star
n*gga can’t tell you sh*t about no drank, i done drunk [?]
[verse 7: icewear vezzo]
yeah, [?] n*gga with the pints, i cut raw
untrustworthy, i can get a plug ’cause i run off
.30 hanging out the glock, i up [?]
29, shot one out the head, this b*tch wasn’t off
got [?], i can’t find my hand
shady n*gga, pop a xan, i’ll rob my friend
60,000 every play, every time i land
choppa big, hanging down my leg, it can hide my pants
yeah, [?]
i’ll take a n*gga chain at his own party
real hitta, f*ck a shooter, i got a whole army
n*gga soft, never caught a body, you just told stories
i woke up and cash a wraith, i ain’t tell n0body
i heard n*ggas took your sh*t, you ain’t tell n0body
if this rap sh*t fail, i’ll sell more wock’
you lame n*ggas [?] like a hoe, you better k!ll somebody

- lil yachty lyrics

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