Yeat - Livë Hi lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - Livë Hi lyrics]
(Yo Luca, where you at?)
I think it's too late
They be getting high, I be livin' high
Bullets fly to the wind, hit it to your top
But you don't listen to people
Who get high to
They be getting high, I've been living high
I see my life flash in the corner of my eye
When you When you wake up, got
To boot up with me, got to match my high
Rock Chanel, yeah
Chane'-ne' with the Chrome Heart on my eye
Yeah, y'all gon' rock Marc Jacobs
I'm gon' rock Margelly got a stomach ache
I rub the hunnids on my belly
If you do me wrong, don’t
Matter who you is, bitch, i’ll turn to Mеlly
Couple months ago, was shipping Za'
Then shit got sticky, shit got smelly
Yеah, canary yellow diamonds
Pissed on 'em like R kelly
This whole lifestyle ain't cheap
I wanna know who told you that
I be dead like a mummy
I still won't go for that
I bought the Trackhawk
Just to see two hundred on the dash
Did a lot of wrong inside my life
But I don't have no regrets i leveled up
I bought the Cayenne and bought the jet
I don't give no fucks 'bout
What you talking 'bout, i'm not impressed
And you still live at your mommy's house
I'd be depressed
You can't do shit on your own
Like I got to tell you to get dressed
You could choose to live like me and
Die or live like all the rest
I risked my life a million
Times for no accomplishments
I just wake up then get high
Then get to popping shit
You ain't risk nothing at all
You don't deserve to ball
You don't deserve pointers in the watch
You deserve to trip and fall
I can end the things that let you
Watch the world with one call
Couple exes, couple haters
Know they waiting on me to fall
I'll take every last season, if
I don't got legs, then I'ma crawl
Indepent than you and richer
Than all of y'all
And my bizzy deserve the world
Waiting on you to call
I just ripped off all my chains
I had to take it off
I don't got to say shit
I'd rather not say at all
That lil' bullshit y'all be fakin'
You got say it all
This shit got you mad but you
Try to play it off
I'd rather lose every time than
Not play at all
Didn't I tell you exactly how
It was gon' happen, it paid off
Do you want a bad bitch or
Long money? That's the trade off
Bullets fly to the wind, now it's time to see
I be dealin' with my life like you should see
When I hit her from the side
She be like "yeah that's it"
I rather die than be alive, but I see at all
(Yo, Luca) I think it's too late
They be getting high, I be livin' high
Bullets fly to the wind, hit it to your top
But you don't listen to people
Who get high to
They been getting high, I've been living high
I see my life flash, in the corner of my eye
When you When you wake up, got
To boot up with me, got to match my high
Rock Chanel, yeah
Chane'-ne' with the Chrome Heart on my eye
Yeah, y'all gon' rock Marc Jacobs
I'm gon' rock Margelly got a stomach ache
I rub the hunnids on my belly
If you do me wrong, don’t
Matter who you is, bitch, i’ll turn to Melly
Couple months ago, was shipping Za'
Then shit got sticky, shit got smelly
Yeah, canary yellow diamonds
Pissed on 'em like R kelly
This whole lifestyle ain't cheap
I wanna know who told you that
I be dead like a mummy
I still won't go for that
I think it's too late
They be getting high, I be livin' high
Bullets fly to the wind, hit it to your top
But you don't listen to people
Who get high to
They be getting high, I've been living high
I see my life flash in the corner of my eye
When you When you wake up, got
To boot up with me, got to match my high
Rock Chanel, yeah
Chane'-ne' with the Chrome Heart on my eye
Yeah, y'all gon' rock Marc Jacobs
I'm gon' rock Margelly got a stomach ache
I rub the hunnids on my belly
If you do me wrong, don’t
Matter who you is, bitch, i’ll turn to Mеlly
Couple months ago, was shipping Za'
Then shit got sticky, shit got smelly
Yеah, canary yellow diamonds
Pissed on 'em like R kelly
This whole lifestyle ain't cheap
I wanna know who told you that
I be dead like a mummy
I still won't go for that
I bought the Trackhawk
Just to see two hundred on the dash
Did a lot of wrong inside my life
But I don't have no regrets i leveled up
I bought the Cayenne and bought the jet
I don't give no fucks 'bout
What you talking 'bout, i'm not impressed
And you still live at your mommy's house
I'd be depressed
You can't do shit on your own
Like I got to tell you to get dressed
You could choose to live like me and
Die or live like all the rest
I risked my life a million
Times for no accomplishments
I just wake up then get high
Then get to popping shit
You ain't risk nothing at all
You don't deserve to ball
You don't deserve pointers in the watch
You deserve to trip and fall
I can end the things that let you
Watch the world with one call
Couple exes, couple haters
Know they waiting on me to fall
I'll take every last season, if
I don't got legs, then I'ma crawl
Indepent than you and richer
Than all of y'all
And my bizzy deserve the world
Waiting on you to call
I just ripped off all my chains
I had to take it off
I don't got to say shit
I'd rather not say at all
That lil' bullshit y'all be fakin'
You got say it all
This shit got you mad but you
Try to play it off
I'd rather lose every time than
Not play at all
Didn't I tell you exactly how
It was gon' happen, it paid off
Do you want a bad bitch or
Long money? That's the trade off
Bullets fly to the wind, now it's time to see
I be dealin' with my life like you should see
When I hit her from the side
She be like "yeah that's it"
I rather die than be alive, but I see at all
(Yo, Luca) I think it's too late
They be getting high, I be livin' high
Bullets fly to the wind, hit it to your top
But you don't listen to people
Who get high to
They been getting high, I've been living high
I see my life flash, in the corner of my eye
When you When you wake up, got
To boot up with me, got to match my high
Rock Chanel, yeah
Chane'-ne' with the Chrome Heart on my eye
Yeah, y'all gon' rock Marc Jacobs
I'm gon' rock Margelly got a stomach ache
I rub the hunnids on my belly
If you do me wrong, don’t
Matter who you is, bitch, i’ll turn to Melly
Couple months ago, was shipping Za'
Then shit got sticky, shit got smelly
Yeah, canary yellow diamonds
Pissed on 'em like R kelly
This whole lifestyle ain't cheap
I wanna know who told you that
I be dead like a mummy
I still won't go for that