Yeat - Spike Lee lyrics

Yeah, ah all we make is hit's, yeah
I just told 'em
(Brr) , told 'em Yeat don't ever miss
Yeah (No) i just called my bitch, I told her
To miss me with that shit, yeah
(Bullshit)
Stay high as shit (Phew, Curesful)

Yeah, we stay high as shit, flyin', glidin'
How'd I get this Cayenne (Swerve)
I ain't even tryin' (yeah not at all)
Yeah, all my brothas see in
All yo brothas dyin' (Phew)
Bitch come through for the weekend
She gon' try it
She gon' fall in love with me
I bet she like it (Come on)
She want movies to be made
I call her Spike Lee (Brr)
I been way too high too often
Nothing excite me no more (yeah)

Yeah, you gotta fuck wit' the vibes
You can meet my friend the door (Go)
Walked up all in Chrome and bought it all
Then hit Dior (Yes)
These is flawless diamonds, boy they water
Yes it's quart (yeah)
Expose them to the truth
I swear it shook him to his core
That unemployment stopped coming in
It shook him to his core (Hey)
Half y'all bitches crazy, can't
Deal with that, i'm not gon' be in court
(No) something happen in the middle
I'm paying a million for a lawyer
Got your girl singing my song
She sing along just like a choir (yeah)
Once they heard my shit, they sound the same
I'm glad I could inspire you
Walkin' round with both my eyes closed
They ask me "Yeat how high are you?" (Brr)
Told 'em that's my favorite question (Oxy)
Yeah, Oxy with Fenty, that's a deadly weapon
(Fenty)

Oh yeah, tell me why you lyin', oh yeah
I'm high, flyin', ooh yeah
How'd I get this Cayenne, oh yeah
I'm on deathbed, I tell 'em I'm dyin'
Oh, oh oh yeah