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vvv - yeat lyrics

[intro: yeat & playboi carti]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire
(senk, pop it up)
i can’t f*ck with none of these lames, they a f*ckin’ lie
(sonic boom)
blatt, bih’, blatt, hold up

[verse: playboi carti]
racks, i got racks (yeah)
money in my pants make me sag (yeah)
my b*tch on my d*ck, she got me mad (yeah)
i pull glock 9s and i blast (blatt, blast, hol’ up)

i got black flag on my ass, hol’ up (black flag)
shawty wanna f*ck on carti ’cause he got cash (he got cash)
i got chrome hearts (i got chrome heart)
i got die hards (i got die hard)
i got bad b*tches (i got bad), they in college park (they in college)
i’m on the southside (i’m on the south), i got a glock 9 (i got a glock 9)
and it’s 29, blatt, blatt, hol’ up (b*tch, slatt, yeah)
f*ck your side, hold up (f*ck your side)
n*gga, we talking ’bout cash, young n*gga got monеy
n*gga, we talking ’bout bags, keep popping bags now (two bags, yeah)

i’m on the block with thе gats and i’m gon’ tax now
i’m on the block with the glock and i’m gon’ wack now (blatt, yeah)
ap watch, it’s two*tone (two, two, ap)
gon’ f*ck that b*tch, riding home, yeah (f*ck that bih’, riding home)
i’m on the block, i’m in the zone (i’m on the block, i’m in the zone)
don’t get me out my zone (don’t get me out my zone)
get me out my zone (bad b*tch)
bad b*tch, yeah, she tryna get flown (blah, check it out)
bad b*tches tryna rock vlone (yeah, check it out)
yeah, r.i.p. x, n*gga
tatted on my chest, n*gga
b*tterfly doors on the ‘vette, n*gga

[verse: yeat]
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f*ck with none of these lames, they a f*ckin’ lie (rah)
b*tch, you know this get insane, you could f*ckin’ die (yeah, yeah)
i just pulled up in a bentley, it got frog eyes (yeah, woo, yeah)

i’m a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, i’m serving five guys (woo)
you don’t got no racks, don’t got no bags, you can’t even f*ck with us, ah (woo)
you ain’t got your swag, you ain’t got no bags, you can’t even f*ck with us, ah (yeah, broke)

they some haters, they ain’t f*ckin’ with the mob, ah (no)
b*tch, you broke, that ain’t with me, that’s not my job (nah)
all my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (lil’ jog)
make him pull up with the bl!ck, yeah, we gon’ stretch him (bah*bah*bah)
all my pockets overloaded, it’s overwhelming, ah (ah)
how you know ’bout all this sh*t? man, you a f*ckin’ spy (rah)
we got mob ties, baby got a felon (bah, bah, bah, bah)
f*ckin’ on your thot, she suckin’ d*ck, she bring the mail in (go)

b*tch, i get the head, i get her melon
ridin’ ’round the city like a demon, like a villain
b*tch, i take these percocets all day, i ain’t got no feeling (phew)
ridin’ in a double*r tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling (woo)
ooh, yeah, hey (hey), walkin’ in the building, i’ma gon’ pull it up (woo)
we been up all day, i’m off adderall (okay)
i just pulled up in a lamb’, no, i’m not your friend (f*ck ’em)
f*ckin’ on your thot, f*ckin’ on your friend (huh, yeah, f*ck ’em)
i can’t f*ck with n0body, that’s not my best friend (not my friend)
i just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah
ridin’ in a bentley, ridin’ in a tank

i can’t f*ck with n0body, i’m sellin’ stain (stain)
i just took a percocet, i took a crank, i’m insane
yeah, i came with a bl!ck, i just brought the fire (bah)
i can’t f*ck with none of these lames, they a f*ckin’ lie (rah)

[verse: playboi carti]
these b*tches f*ck me ’cause they know i’m with cudi (buddy)
i’m smokin’ dope like i’m kid cudi (blatt, cudi)
i f*cked your b*tch and i might f*ck her buddy, hol’ up (buddy)
racks, i got racks (yeah)
money in my pants make me sag (yeah)
my b*tch on my d*ck, she got me mad (yeah)
i pull glock 9s and i blast (blatt, blast, hol’ up)

- yeat lyrics

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