Yeat - nëw phone lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - nëw phone lyrics]
Yeah, I might go boot up the X
I might go leave the Earth
(Ayy CGM, where you at?)
Go, yeah, rocking the new Homme Plus, yeah
Comme des Garçons (Homme Plus)
I like to flex, yeah, turn on my song
(Ayy yo, that's Nick)
Ayy (Turn up) , we were high on the jet, yeah, then she gave me dome
Woah, woah, bitch, do not come at me wrong
Deleting you off of my phone
Woah, woah, I don't be wasting no time
That Perc' got me right in my zone
Woah, woah, too many feds got my number
I went and bought a new phone, yeah
I pull out a hunnid like that
Shit ain't nothing, lil' bitch, i got guap
(Whole 'lotta guap)
My bitch gon' pull up and suck on that
Dick and I told her don't stop (yeah)
I can't admit when I'm falling in
Love but I'm loving her twat (yeah)
I paint her face with a paintbrush
I'm calling it blotch (yeah)
She say she in love with me, no baby
You in love with my crotch (yeah)
I mixed the Percs with the ecstasy, bitch
I can't stop i knew that everyone virgin
My money goes hella vert (Tall)
I just be high with the Angels, yeah
Call them lil' bitches the kurt
They try to say that I'm up off a whim
I guess that I'm up off a spur (I guess)
I fell in love with the yonk
I fell in love with the yerk
Yeah, they talking 'bout twizzy
Been putting me on
Twizzy been putting in work (Go, go)
Yeah, I like the filet mignon
I like the feeling of her twerk
Yeah, go serve your lil' chicken, yeah
Luh green eggs and ham
Y'all pussies be capping
Y'all Cat in the Hat (Ugh)
Really be living these bars
Really be living this rap (O oh)
I switch the side on the car
Couldn't decide on the wrap (O oh)
Bitch, they gon' know who we are
And I know that for a fact (O oh)
Take all of that shit apart
Did all this shit for a yack (O oh)
Yeah, the lean made my side hurt, yeah
Like I got cramps (Ugh)
Yeah, pockets so damn heavy, yeah
Walk with the stacks
Yeah, I got this big ass baddie, yeah
She live out in France
Yeah, this shit done got wonky, this
Shit done got fluky, this shit
It done turned to a madness
Yeah, life turned to a movie, a
Year ago I couldn't do it
I couldn't imagine
Now I call up my jeweler, I
Told him deliver the diamonds
Send 'em to the mansion
I can't wait in no line, can't wait no turn
Yeah, I might go boot up the X
I might go leave the Earth
(Ayy CGM, where you at?)
Go, yeah, rocking the new Homme Plus, yeah
Comme des Garçons (Homme Plus)
I like to flex, yeah, turn on my song
(Ayy yo, that's Nick)
Ayy (Turn up) , we were high on the jet, yeah, then she gave me dome
Woah, woah, bitch, do not come at me wrong
Deleting you off of my phone
Woah, woah, I don't be wasting no time
That Perc' got me right in my zone
Woah, woah, too many fans got my number
I went and bought a new phone, yeah
I pull out a hunnid like that
Shit ain't nothing, lil' bitch, i got guap
My bitch gon' pull up and suck on that
Dick and I told her don't stop (yeah)
I can't admit when I'm falling in
Love but I'm loving her twat (yeah)
I paint her face with a paintbrush
I'm calling it blotch (yeah)