Lil Yachty - Bae Bae lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty - Bae Bae lyrics]
Aye, yeah, aye, whoa aye, droptop rain drop
Pull up in a juice box
Aye, hold on, aye, yeah
I might cop a vette cause I muthafuckin' can
Pull up in a cannon you
Can check my gangsta grill
Aye back home I got niggas who gon' kill
Pop it at your noggin if
Your pussy ass squeal
Hold on, bitch I do this shit for real
Boat from the six or, I ball like a sixer
I don't drink no liquor, hold on
10 stacks for a picture
Chillin' with my niggers
Yeah damn hold on, yeah
I'm a vet at this shit, all you niggas rookie
Eat that pussy up like chocolate chip cookies
Yeah whoa hold on
Bitch I earned my stripes when
I was a youngin' all my niggas back home
Best believe that they dumpin'
All my niggas no band
But them niggas drummin' whoa damn
Aye, if you feel what I'm sayin'
Fuck with the kid 'fore a
Nigga get to sprayin'
Nigga I ain't playin', I'm all about my fetti
Chasin' after guap, hold on
I said I'm chasin' after guap
Damn I should've banged with chase
Cause I've been runnin' to the money
Like a marathon race give bout your race
I'mma bust it at your face
Hold on, no face, no case
Yeah aye whoa damn hold on
Yeah, I'm fuckin' with this shit
You feel me? I think I might
Drop a mixtape on these beats, you feel me?
Ain't nobody fuckin with me in
This mufuckin' music shit nigga
I'm the king of the teens
In this muthafucka ya dig?
You don't know my name goddamn by now you
Goddamn better get to doin'
Some mutafuckin research you feel me?
Just like that
I might drop fifty thousand on a necklace
I don't give a muthafuck cause I'm reckless
Middle fingers to a cop I could give a damn
Young nigga, I might pull up in that goddamn
What the fuck
10 bands spent on a hummer truck
Told that bitch to back it up
Yeah whoa goddamn
Check a nigga wrist, nigga keep lucky charms
Pull up in a juice box
Aye, hold on, aye, yeah
I might cop a vette cause I muthafuckin' can
Pull up in a cannon you
Can check my gangsta grill
Aye back home I got niggas who gon' kill
Pop it at your noggin if
Your pussy ass squeal
Hold on, bitch I do this shit for real
Boat from the six or, I ball like a sixer
I don't drink no liquor, hold on
10 stacks for a picture
Chillin' with my niggers
Yeah damn hold on, yeah
I'm a vet at this shit, all you niggas rookie
Eat that pussy up like chocolate chip cookies
Yeah whoa hold on
Bitch I earned my stripes when
I was a youngin' all my niggas back home
Best believe that they dumpin'
All my niggas no band
But them niggas drummin' whoa damn
Aye, if you feel what I'm sayin'
Fuck with the kid 'fore a
Nigga get to sprayin'
Nigga I ain't playin', I'm all about my fetti
Chasin' after guap, hold on
I said I'm chasin' after guap
Damn I should've banged with chase
Cause I've been runnin' to the money
Like a marathon race give bout your race
I'mma bust it at your face
Hold on, no face, no case
Yeah aye whoa damn hold on
Yeah, I'm fuckin' with this shit
You feel me? I think I might
Drop a mixtape on these beats, you feel me?
Ain't nobody fuckin with me in
This mufuckin' music shit nigga
I'm the king of the teens
In this muthafucka ya dig?
You don't know my name goddamn by now you
Goddamn better get to doin'
Some mutafuckin research you feel me?
Just like that
I might drop fifty thousand on a necklace
I don't give a muthafuck cause I'm reckless
Middle fingers to a cop I could give a damn
Young nigga, I might pull up in that goddamn
What the fuck
10 bands spent on a hummer truck
Told that bitch to back it up
Yeah whoa goddamn
Check a nigga wrist, nigga keep lucky charms