a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

forreal - ytb fatt & lil yachty lyrics

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
a n*gga ain’t had to tell me sh*t, knew to get off my ass and get it
up on that block, i’m security, one year later, i’ma up a million
she started actin’ rowdy, she seen a youngin gettin’ it
it’s steps to it, start her off on a seven, now she on a—, uh

[verse 2: lil yachty]
what’s up with that motion? sippin’ on potion, n*ggas know how i live
yeah, go full throttle off that pill, i might miss my meal
geekin’ until the weekend, i done jumped off that hill
i might die for my dog for real

[verse 3: ytb fatt]
uh, dirt bike tricks on top of the d*ck, this girl got sk!lls for real
she caught feelings when i told her what it ain’t and is
you my b*tch, but you ain’t, that’s just what it is
she started lovin’ me more when i told this b*tch how i accept the kids

[verse 4: lil yachty]
skippin’ down that brick road tryna meet the wiz’ (go)
f*ckin’ up my fist tryna punch a bin (yеah)
duckin’, was on his house like a morning hen
i been spеndin’ m’s tryna prove a point (okay)
don’t f*ck up your face, talkin’ to them oinks (okay)
heard you threw out all your morals sittin’ in the joint (okay)
uh, i get b*tches moist, all these n*ggas p*ssy
runnin’ in his sh*t when he wasn’t lookin’
[verse 5: ytb fatt]
huh, he wanna talk sh*t, now his life is tooken
take me to the county, i’m bondin’ out, i won’t pass the bookings
uh, 400k in blues, they callin’ me tookie
we been playin’ with pape’ for years, these n*ggas rookies
i count up so much cheese, got my palms hurtin’
she eat d*ck for real, i pay her for that tongue work
spent 3k on my jeans for every concert
black & milds got me rich, but my lungs hurt

[verse 6: lil yachty]
put sixteen carats up in my t**th and now my gums hurt (ice)
all that tough talkin’ online, don’t think they guns work (bet)
they can’t make a percent of my n*n*n*net, i’m steppin’ through all of your ends (step)
breakin’ a b*tch in the benz
holding my pants up, grippin’ my fin (okay)
told ’em i want it the right way, never the hot way, pull up and spin (frrt)
buddy don’t got enough money to start up a war, take it right on the chin (okay)
n*ggas be thinkin’ it’s sweet how i came out, if i need it, i’m standin’ on ten (mmm)
ytb, c*r*e*t*e pull up in two black benzes

[outro: lil yachty]
it’s us

- ytb fatt lil yachty lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular