Yeat - On tha linë lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - On tha linë lyrics]
Yeah, how does he does it? (Ah, yeah)
Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah
'cause I love it
(Phew, yeah)
Forty-five seconds
You in and you out for a dozen
(Phew)
Yeah, and it's way too far
Gonna save that shit
I won't touch it
(Yeah)
Back off a shot, gon' break
Kick back like buckets
Snappin' the fakes in my circle
Like Kit-Kat does it
I could take your lil' bitch
If I want to, yeah
But I doesn't
(But I doesn't, hey)
I just chopped up the G65, took
It straight out the shop
Take it back to my house
(Woo)
They ask how the hell I make money
I couldn't evеn tell 'em 'cause
I don't know how
(Ah)
Turn up that bеat 'til it's blazin', yeah
Turn up the beat 'til it bounce
(Yeah)
I'm too far gone, couldn't save that
Shit, so I'm Perc'ed out, yeah
On the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't even rock with it, you not a boss
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done invented this shit, that's my sauce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm gon' rock out at every show
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You not my twin, you not my bro (Hey, hey)
Everywhere I go, I'm takin' my pole
Yeah, we drippin'
It's syrup, that's alright, no trippin'
Yeah, sippin' on syrup all day
Couldn't hold it in
I'm pissin'
He done put everything on the
Line, on the kid
Now he end up missin'
When you got a lot of money comin' in
Then you better start the big tippin'
(Flip it)
Yeah, how does he does it? (Ah, yeah)
Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah
'cause I love it
(Phew, yeah)
Forty-five seconds
You in and you out for a dozen
(Phew)
Yeah, and it's way too far
Gonna save that shit
I won't touch it
(Yeah)
Back off a shot, gon' break
Kick back like buckets
Snappin' the fakes in my circle
Like Kit-Kat does it
I could take your lil' bitch
If I want to, yeah
But I doesn't
(But I doesn't, hey)
I just chopped up the G65, took
It straight out the shop
Take it back to my house
(Woo)
They ask how the hell I make money
I couldn't even tell 'em 'cause
I don't know how
(Ah)
Turn up that beat 'til it's blazin', yeah
Turn up the beat 'til it bounce
(Yeah)
I'm too far gone, couldn't save that
Shit, so I'm Perc'ed out, yeah
On the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't even rock with it, you not a boss
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done invented this shit, that's my sauce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm gon' rock out at every show
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah
'cause I love it
(Phew, yeah)
Forty-five seconds
You in and you out for a dozen
(Phew)
Yeah, and it's way too far
Gonna save that shit
I won't touch it
(Yeah)
Back off a shot, gon' break
Kick back like buckets
Snappin' the fakes in my circle
Like Kit-Kat does it
I could take your lil' bitch
If I want to, yeah
But I doesn't
(But I doesn't, hey)
I just chopped up the G65, took
It straight out the shop
Take it back to my house
(Woo)
They ask how the hell I make money
I couldn't evеn tell 'em 'cause
I don't know how
(Ah)
Turn up that bеat 'til it's blazin', yeah
Turn up the beat 'til it bounce
(Yeah)
I'm too far gone, couldn't save that
Shit, so I'm Perc'ed out, yeah
On the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't even rock with it, you not a boss
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done invented this shit, that's my sauce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm gon' rock out at every show
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You not my twin, you not my bro (Hey, hey)
Everywhere I go, I'm takin' my pole
Yeah, we drippin'
It's syrup, that's alright, no trippin'
Yeah, sippin' on syrup all day
Couldn't hold it in
I'm pissin'
He done put everything on the
Line, on the kid
Now he end up missin'
When you got a lot of money comin' in
Then you better start the big tippin'
(Flip it)
Yeah, how does he does it? (Ah, yeah)
Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah
'cause I love it
(Phew, yeah)
Forty-five seconds
You in and you out for a dozen
(Phew)
Yeah, and it's way too far
Gonna save that shit
I won't touch it
(Yeah)
Back off a shot, gon' break
Kick back like buckets
Snappin' the fakes in my circle
Like Kit-Kat does it
I could take your lil' bitch
If I want to, yeah
But I doesn't
(But I doesn't, hey)
I just chopped up the G65, took
It straight out the shop
Take it back to my house
(Woo)
They ask how the hell I make money
I couldn't even tell 'em 'cause
I don't know how
(Ah)
Turn up that beat 'til it's blazin', yeah
Turn up the beat 'til it bounce
(Yeah)
I'm too far gone, couldn't save that
Shit, so I'm Perc'ed out, yeah
On the couch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't even rock with it, you not a boss
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done invented this shit, that's my sauce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm gon' rock out at every show
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)