Lil Yachty - Lets Get On Dey Ass lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty - Lets Get On Dey Ass lyrics]
Ever (Yeah)
I'm finna get mean
Turn up the circuits
Turn up the
What?
I'm tryna break me a back
Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine
I'm tryna pour me a eight
Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime
I'm tryna order a crate
Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
Mm
(Alright)
Deal me personally, nigga, I'm poppin'
I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the fingers, I'm gettin' 'em dropped
Wеll, well
Ball off to that judge with the rеd shells
He pissy, can't do nothin' to me
He pussy, his bitch wanna do me
I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies
Like fuck it, I said it, come show me
It's over, I did it, they owe me
Mm, mm, mm, mm-hmm
Fuckin' 'em up, skrrt on they ass (Huh)
I ran up them Ms and spend it on glass
Fuck, niggas, ain't got no paper, huh, huh
They goin' to water, don't run out of money
I'm payin' to hit with your ho? Ayy, you trippin', buddy
Ha-ha (Ha), ha-ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Throw money up in the eco' (Mm)
Shootin' that bitch like a free throw
Maybach since I was a vito (What?)
My brother, my twin, Cardo
I still put the drugs in the cargo (Yeah)
They bills ain't more than my car note (Shoo)
These bitches is buyable, barcode (Yeah)
Huh, run it on auto, yup
The money the motto
What?
I'm tryna break me a back
Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine
I'm tryna pour me a eight
Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime
I'm tryna order a crate
Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
Mm
(Alright)
I'm finna get mean
Turn up the circuits
Turn up the
What?
I'm tryna break me a back
Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine
I'm tryna pour me a eight
Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime
I'm tryna order a crate
Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
Mm
(Alright)
Deal me personally, nigga, I'm poppin'
I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the fingers, I'm gettin' 'em dropped
Wеll, well
Ball off to that judge with the rеd shells
He pissy, can't do nothin' to me
He pussy, his bitch wanna do me
I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies
Like fuck it, I said it, come show me
It's over, I did it, they owe me
Mm, mm, mm, mm-hmm
Fuckin' 'em up, skrrt on they ass (Huh)
I ran up them Ms and spend it on glass
Fuck, niggas, ain't got no paper, huh, huh
They goin' to water, don't run out of money
I'm payin' to hit with your ho? Ayy, you trippin', buddy
Ha-ha (Ha), ha-ha
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Throw money up in the eco' (Mm)
Shootin' that bitch like a free throw
Maybach since I was a vito (What?)
My brother, my twin, Cardo
I still put the drugs in the cargo (Yeah)
They bills ain't more than my car note (Shoo)
These bitches is buyable, barcode (Yeah)
Huh, run it on auto, yup
The money the motto
What?
I'm tryna break me a back
Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine
I'm tryna pour me a eight
Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime
I'm tryna order a crate
Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
Mm
(Alright)
