Yori - On the spot everything lyrics

B- b-b Barrett is not here
He coming back for y'all (swag)
I might make my bitch an actress bruh
(yo, yo)
I was sleep, my nigga this shit tough
(so don't go)
Just wait a minute I might miss you bruh

We going up, up, up, up, up, away
You know I'm up (ohh) nigga I'm up today
Nigga we up
Money on my mind and all in my wallet
(ok, up)
Shawty think I'm glad that I got up
(nigga we up)
Put her in that Fendi and Prada (up)
I'm in that nebula I'm modern (nigga we up)
I might have to take all of my friends too
I could care less 'bout what
All your friends do (swag)
Mine can it the folks
Yeah they can dance too (swag)
Think I ain't wavy, yeah you a damn fool
(swag)
You think I ain't wavy yeah you a damn fool

Fuck you, yeah (gibberish)

Nigga, oh yeah
I just hit that "Youu!" for you
Silly nigga asking questions like
"Are you Yori" yeah
Bout' to pull up in that
Vendi, black and white, oreo
Lotta Fendi, bought a milli, bought a Glock
Oh yeah oh my god you so fake
You be plastic, GI joe
Always ask me when I plan on blowing up
I don't know but if I don't, bet I still
Be pumping hit's like it's blow
With my bro's
Fuck a hater, fuck a doubter, fuck a troll
Lets go
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh

Barrett is not here
He coming back for y'all (swag)
I might make my bitch an actress bruh
(yo, yo)
I was sleep, my nigga this shit tough
(so don't go)
Just wait a minute I might miss you bruh

I don't really give a fuck if you like me
We aren't buddies and no
You aren't my wifey
I feel like Marcellus don't
Rub my wife's feet
You niggas ain't had to get
It up out the mud
Only thing on my mind is to count it up
Wait, wait, wait, I just count it up
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
I just count it up
My homies said they're bored
They gon' change when I sauce it up
I get fat like I'm Rick Ross
Then I'm bossing up
Claiming they gon' beat my fucking ass
But they ain't walking up
Yeah they talking tough but they ain't got
No fucking balls or nun so-

Do- d- don't worry 'bout it bruh