Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD - Yacht Club lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Yachty, Juice WRLD - Yacht Club lyrics]
Earl on the beat
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
All the bad hoes wanna top us
Too many wild parties on the yacht
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club
Ayy, ayy, air it out
Pull up at your spot, and I air it out
Gang on the gas and it's very loud
Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out
I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down
I need me a bitch that'll hold me down
Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out
Throw a party like Rollin' Loud
Ayy, don't come unless she stay in focus
Soldiers at 10-4, sent your bitch the info
Feelin' real blessed with Juice
That's my kinfolk
Bless up, she tell me I'm a god
Get on her knees for confession
Sent a vid to her nigga
Had to teach a lesson
Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section
Juice, why these pussy ass
Niggas always pressin'?
I don't know, let 'em talk
I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Blessed boys under 21, steady flexin'
I'm gettin' too rich
Can't do flights with connections
40 on my hip, I won't fight
Bitch I'm reckless codeine what I sip
That shit come in straight from Texas
Reach for my chain
You'll get beat just like Nexus
Lamborghini dreams
But you still drive a Lexus
I'm a young king, I might fuck Alexis Texas
But I ain't on no Drake shit
I won't get her pregnant
Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless
And I feel you, until I get her naked
When I get up in it, I might have to stay in
Well if she goin' like that
Let's run a train then
Fuck, I think I nutted in her
I might need a playpen and a stroller
How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover
No games, but I XBOX control her
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
40 in my pants
That bitch thought it was a boner
If I go broke, I'ma juug off Motorolas
But now I'm up in France, Lil Boat
That's my mans we get the green and then we
Fly around like Peter Pan
That's cool, but I just
Thought 'bout somethin', wait
(What?) this baby got your face
So fuck that lil' baby
Boy's back to the place
Back to the trap, back to the gang
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
(Runnin' the guap up)
All the bad hoes wanna top us
(They wanna top us)
Too many wild parties on the yacht (Ohh oh)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club
(Out the yacht club)
Oh oh oh listen here, be alright
Shit hard
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
All the bad hoes wanna top us
Too many wild parties on the yacht
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club
Ayy, ayy, air it out
Pull up at your spot, and I air it out
Gang on the gas and it's very loud
Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out
I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down
I need me a bitch that'll hold me down
Gang comin' strong, yeah we rollin' out
Throw a party like Rollin' Loud
Ayy, don't come unless she stay in focus
Soldiers at 10-4, sent your bitch the info
Feelin' real blessed with Juice
That's my kinfolk
Bless up, she tell me I'm a god
Get on her knees for confession
Sent a vid to her nigga
Had to teach a lesson
Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section
Juice, why these pussy ass
Niggas always pressin'?
I don't know, let 'em talk
I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Blessed boys under 21, steady flexin'
I'm gettin' too rich
Can't do flights with connections
40 on my hip, I won't fight
Bitch I'm reckless codeine what I sip
That shit come in straight from Texas
Reach for my chain
You'll get beat just like Nexus
Lamborghini dreams
But you still drive a Lexus
I'm a young king, I might fuck Alexis Texas
But I ain't on no Drake shit
I won't get her pregnant
Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless
And I feel you, until I get her naked
When I get up in it, I might have to stay in
Well if she goin' like that
Let's run a train then
Fuck, I think I nutted in her
I might need a playpen and a stroller
How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover
No games, but I XBOX control her
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
40 in my pants
That bitch thought it was a boner
If I go broke, I'ma juug off Motorolas
But now I'm up in France, Lil Boat
That's my mans we get the green and then we
Fly around like Peter Pan
That's cool, but I just
Thought 'bout somethin', wait
(What?) this baby got your face
So fuck that lil' baby
Boy's back to the place
Back to the trap, back to the gang
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
(Runnin' the guap up)
All the bad hoes wanna top us
(They wanna top us)
Too many wild parties on the yacht (Ohh oh)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club
(Out the yacht club)
Oh oh oh listen here, be alright
Shit hard