Yeat, Izaya Tiji - More lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat, Izaya Tiji - More lyrics]
(I'm not into you)
Yeah, we hit makers, whew
I took a perc, but I think I need more
I took a five, seven, six, five, four
Gotta get high everyday, of course, oh yeah
(oh yeah)
We going way, way, way off course, skrrt
(yeah)
Gotta thank God, 'could've been much worse
I'm 'bout to flick all my
'Woods with a torch
I was just sitting back, back on the porch
I was just sitting with the lean
When I told her
I gotta pray that the horse got the porch
I already told you, yeah, I am on top
But bitch you wanted to Ignore and
Act like you ain't know
Put the H on her belt
For the Hermes or honesty
Being broke, that is not fun to me
Bro selling chickens, I call 'em a Jollibee
Y-E-A T, they done fucked
Up the spelling-bee, ew
But I really know you're broke
(Broke) , yeah, ew
I rather claim shit, but you know I tote, ew
(Ew)
Life could be hard, boy, this shit no joke
Ew (Ew)
I'm 'bout to pass all this shit to my bro
Ew (Ew)
You want the 30 or 5010?
I see the fake through Valentino Lens
Yeah, I see the fake what
You do to your friends
I don't do the drama, I don't do the drama
I remember I was cooking for yo' mama, well
I got over yo' ex that got so stale bro
Got over yo' ex then got so shell bro
Boy, you know I ride with them gorillas
Pop a lil Oxy', lil boy you know we still on
We keep in the Codeine ship in stock
Yeah, hop out the Honda
Then hop in a Porsche
Yeah, we get some racks, but I need some more
You know I'm fly, not been a tourist
Niggas on read, but I'm in her neck
I send a thousand they climb on ya leg
You ain't getting money up
Then we take it by force
We put a lil' Louis bag on ya head
I took a Perc', but I think I need more
I pop a 56654
You talkin' on the gang, we unload (you)
Yeah, we hit makers, whew
I took a perc, but I think I need more
I took a five, seven, six, five, four
Gotta get high everyday, of course, oh yeah
(oh yeah)
We going way, way, way off course, skrrt
(yeah)
Gotta thank God, 'could've been much worse
I'm 'bout to flick all my
'Woods with a torch
I was just sitting back, back on the porch
I was just sitting with the lean
When I told her
I gotta pray that the horse got the porch
I already told you, yeah, I am on top
But bitch you wanted to Ignore and
Act like you ain't know
Put the H on her belt
For the Hermes or honesty
Being broke, that is not fun to me
Bro selling chickens, I call 'em a Jollibee
Y-E-A T, they done fucked
Up the spelling-bee, ew
But I really know you're broke
(Broke) , yeah, ew
I rather claim shit, but you know I tote, ew
(Ew)
Life could be hard, boy, this shit no joke
Ew (Ew)
I'm 'bout to pass all this shit to my bro
Ew (Ew)
You want the 30 or 5010?
I see the fake through Valentino Lens
Yeah, I see the fake what
You do to your friends
I don't do the drama, I don't do the drama
I remember I was cooking for yo' mama, well
I got over yo' ex that got so stale bro
Got over yo' ex then got so shell bro
Boy, you know I ride with them gorillas
Pop a lil Oxy', lil boy you know we still on
We keep in the Codeine ship in stock
Yeah, hop out the Honda
Then hop in a Porsche
Yeah, we get some racks, but I need some more
You know I'm fly, not been a tourist
Niggas on read, but I'm in her neck
I send a thousand they climb on ya leg
You ain't getting money up
Then we take it by force
We put a lil' Louis bag on ya head
I took a Perc', but I think I need more
I pop a 56654
You talkin' on the gang, we unload (you)