Yung Booke feat. Future – Easter Fit

Lyrics Easter Fit – Yung Booke feat. Future

Yeah, back to the cash.. ATL Jacob
Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh uh
I been wavin’ that gat’ since a juvenile, uh uh
I be dressed like a martian, takeoff, rockets now, uh uh
Ooh, I’m dressin’ tacky, none of my designers match, uh uh
Not my main b**ch but she got my name tatted, uh uh
You gotta front me a mill’ or I’m not comin’ back, uh uh
When it come to poppin’ my s**t, b**ch, I was made for that, uh uh

Two hunnid on the coupe, I’ma come through like a maniac
Lil’ n**ga stole my style and had to bring it back
Bad lil’ b**ch in college, she give me brainiac
Twenty-somethin’, all of my gang, b**ch, yeah, we claimin’ that

Six .. Crip, my flag blue like my hunnid bills
Heard your shooter was strapped but he gon’ run with his
We just spin the Benz and I hop on the ‘Ville
I’m so money savage just like Uncle Slim
They know I run my city just like Big U
The freak, he claimin’ Blood but he gon’ spray for blue
Crash out ’bout K-L, they better not play with you
Hustlin’ in my veins, do what my daddy do

Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh uh
I been wavin’ that gat’ since a juvenile, uh uh
I be dressed like a martian, takeoff, rockets now, uh uh
Ooh, I’m dressin’ tacky, none of my designers match, uh uh
Not my main b**ch but she got my name tatted, uh uh
You gotta front me a mill’ or I’m not comin’ back, uh uh
When it come to poppin’ my s**t, b**ch, I was made for that, uh uh

I’m ’bout to catch a private and I’ma be late for that, uh uh
I just stashed a model, Mediterranean, uh uh
Zoom, zoom, zoom in a Urus like a maniac, uh uh
F**ked your b**ch on sight, that’s my lil’ new-new, yeah, yeah

Mixin’ lean and Sprite, it got my screws loose, yeah, yeah
Toss me a bag and this b**ch give me choo-choo, yeah, yeah
Shawty got down on her knees, slurped me like noodles, uh uh
Choppin’ a brick in the trap like I know kung fu, uh uh
Pablo Escobar with the work, do numbers, yeah, yeah
Pop me one, I, whoo, turn to a monster, uh uh
Forty pointers on her wrist, I’m her sponsor, yeah, yeah
That’s the one, put that d!ck past her tonsils, uh uh

Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh uh
I been wavin’ that gat’ since a juvenile, uh uh
I be dressed like a martian, takeoff, rockets now, uh uh
Ooh, I’m dressin’ tacky, none of my designers match, uh uh
Not my main b**ch but she got my name tatted, uh uh
You gotta front me a mill’ or I’m not comin’ back, uh uh
When it come to poppin’ my s**t, b**ch, I was made for that, uh uh…

Produced by ATL Jacob
Yung Booke | Future | 2022

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