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Yeat – Talk

Lyrics Talk – Yeat

Yeat, Yeat, Yeat
Man, this n**ga on another world right now
They said, uh, n**gas was gettin’ tazed
B**ches was poppin’ p**sy by the front door
N**gas was throwin’ chairs, everything was goin’ down
Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy s**t right here
Real twizzy s**t right here
You guys don’t know ’bout it

Jump out at the show, jump out at the show
Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the dro’
Had to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe
Shh ’bout what you sayin’, yeah, just shut up, let me go
Huh, riding in that, big lil’ a*s Tonka truck

Riding ’round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked
Headin’ number one up on these charts, b**ch, yeah, it’s stuck or what
A-a-all we do is just go number one
And I just brought in some M’s, lil’ b**ch, it’s the first of the month
Riding ’round, I’m in the Cayenne, lil’ b**ch, I’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun

I went and painted the Benz, I switched s**t up, I wanted it done by the Don
All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money
I don’t give a f**k what you sayin’, I don’t listen to it, I don’t wanna hear ’bout none
In the whip, got two, yeah, Rolls Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought
I’m ’bout to bring this s**t back and then wait from the top, it’s the top of the month
I’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum

How you gon’ talk to a rat How you gon’ talk to the feds
How you gon’ talk to the shmeds Now you gon’ talk to the lead
I don’t give a f**k what you sayin’, huh, you already heard what I said
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don’t give a f**k ’bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the b**ch on Tes’
You ain’t even made no money, yeah, you don’t make no sense
I destroyed the coupe, I’m ’bout to jump out again

Huh, riding in that, big lil’ a*s Tonka truck
Riding ’round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked
Headin’ number one up on these charts, b**ch, yeah, it’s stuck or what
A-a-all we do is just go number one
And I just brought in some M’s, lil’ b**ch, it’s the first of the month
Riding ’round, I’m in the Cayenne, lil’ b**ch, I’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun

How you gon’ talk to a rat How you gon’ talk to the feds
How you gon’ talk to the shmeds Now you gon’ talk to the lead
I don’t give a f**k, just sayin’, huh, lil’ bit’, you heard what I said
Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread
And I don’t give a f**k ’bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the b**ch on Tes’
You ain’t even made no money, yeah, don’t make no sense
I destroyed the coupe, I’m ’bout to jump out again…

Written by Yeat & BNYX®
Album: Lyfë
Produced by BNYX®
Yeat | 2022

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