Yeat - Wat it feel lykë lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - Wat it feel lykë lyrics]
(III, III)
(III'm working on dying, BNYX)
Uh, everything 'bout this shit come
Down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc'
You 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high
Had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I wanna flood my Red' like I
Went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye
I couldn't even tell you the truth
Heard you went back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, yeah
Some money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the bank off latе
I can't even fuck with the
Samе, they're a motherfuckin' rat
They're a motherfuckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business?
I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a fuck what they say
You a boy or a girl, you get left on read
I don't give a shit what you sayin'
You a goddamn rat (Ayy)
Yeah, I like the coupe with the blick
But the bitch all black (Ayy)
Yeah, I got a blick with the
Teeth and it bite down back (Ayy)
(yeah, we skrrt in the coupe
But the bitch all black, yeah yeah)
Uh, everything 'bout this shit come
Down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc'
You 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high
Had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I wanna flood my Red' like I
Went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye
I couldn't even tell you the truth
Heard you went back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, yeah
Some money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the bank off late
I can't even fuck with the
Same, they're a motherfuckin' rat
They're a motherfuckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business?
I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a fuck what they say
You a boy or a girl, you get left on read
You a goddamn rat, ayy
And the bitch all black, ayy
Bite down back, ayy
And I skrrt in the coupe, but
The bitch all black, yeah, yeah, yeah