Yeat, Autumn! - Brëëzy 3 lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Autumn! [Benjamin Clarence Phillips Jr.] Lafayette, Louisiana/Houston, Texas, U.S 🇺🇸
[Yeat, Autumn! - Brëëzy 3 lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (It's like, at this point)
Woah, woah, woah (What you tryna do?)
Woah, woah, woah yeah (Ayo Ian)
I've been getting to the muhfuckin' money
Don't know what you've been up to
I really think it's funny
Competition gettin' too comfortable
Back then
I ain't have shit to my name but now
I got way too much here to do
Bitch, I ain't got time to
Be fuckin' with you (No)
On my way to the top (Let's go)
We in that muhfuckin' drop top-top (Oh, yeah)
And your bitch give me slop top-top
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Me and my niggas goin' way
Too fast-fast-fast, hell no
Can't stop-stop-stop
Hold up, gang, there's a opp-opp-opp
Finna send a couple shots-shots-shots (Blatt)
Yeah, we aimin' at your top-top-top
XD on me gon' pop-pop-pop
We gon' get shit bustin', call
Up Weiland, gеt your addy', it's nothin'
This shit magic, I turn
Nothin' into somethin', yeah, yeah
Thе way she suck me, man, this
Shit so fuckin' lovely, yeah, yeah
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock' Wock' Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top
(Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop"
(Don't stop) we pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go
"yeah yeah yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do
The Wock' Wock' Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up
Do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us
They do a lot-lot-lot
Get to it, bitch love
Cock-cock-cock, yeah, hm, ha ha ha
(Bitch just love, bitch just love cock, yeah
Haha) girl, I love my freaks, yeah (Freaky)
Shoutout my flees, yeah
Diamonds on me, they got a breeze, yeah
(Phew) shawty, please, yeah
She love me and my cheese, yeah
Whole lot of whips like keys, yeah
Balenci', Balenci', my B's, yeah
Chilly on chilly Moncleezy, yeah
Hah, this that new Moncleezy
I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy
And that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap
Hah, this that new Moncleezy
I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy
And that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock' Wock' Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top
(Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop"
(Don't stop) we pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go
"yeah yeah yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do
The Wock' Wock' Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up
Do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us
They do a lot-lot-lot
Woah, woah, woah (What you tryna do?)
Woah, woah, woah yeah (Ayo Ian)
I've been getting to the muhfuckin' money
Don't know what you've been up to
I really think it's funny
Competition gettin' too comfortable
Back then
I ain't have shit to my name but now
I got way too much here to do
Bitch, I ain't got time to
Be fuckin' with you (No)
On my way to the top (Let's go)
We in that muhfuckin' drop top-top (Oh, yeah)
And your bitch give me slop top-top
(Oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Me and my niggas goin' way
Too fast-fast-fast, hell no
Can't stop-stop-stop
Hold up, gang, there's a opp-opp-opp
Finna send a couple shots-shots-shots (Blatt)
Yeah, we aimin' at your top-top-top
XD on me gon' pop-pop-pop
We gon' get shit bustin', call
Up Weiland, gеt your addy', it's nothin'
This shit magic, I turn
Nothin' into somethin', yeah, yeah
Thе way she suck me, man, this
Shit so fuckin' lovely, yeah, yeah
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock' Wock' Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top
(Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop"
(Don't stop) we pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go
"yeah yeah yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do
The Wock' Wock' Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up
Do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us
They do a lot-lot-lot
Get to it, bitch love
Cock-cock-cock, yeah, hm, ha ha ha
(Bitch just love, bitch just love cock, yeah
Haha) girl, I love my freaks, yeah (Freaky)
Shoutout my flees, yeah
Diamonds on me, they got a breeze, yeah
(Phew) shawty, please, yeah
She love me and my cheese, yeah
Whole lot of whips like keys, yeah
Balenci', Balenci', my B's, yeah
Chilly on chilly Moncleezy, yeah
Hah, this that new Moncleezy
I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy
And that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap
Hah, this that new Moncleezy
I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy
And that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock' Wock' Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top
(Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop"
(Don't stop) we pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go
"yeah yeah yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do
The Wock' Wock' Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up
Do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us
They do a lot-lot-lot