Zaytoven, Lil Yachty, Lil Keed - Accomplishments lyrics
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Zaytoven, Lil Yachty, Lil Keed - Accomplishments lyrics]
Zaytoven zay-fuckin'-toven
Fuckin' on his bitch in the
Back of somebody house if it ain't Zay
Then it's up like your brother's spouse
I don't want sex from your girl
I would like mouth
My bitch booty got dents like an old couch
Finna show my ass
Let 'em know what a nigga on
Talkin' out the neck
Quickest way to see a nigga gone
Roll around with six different names
Like I'm Sean Combs
My gang, I'ma be attached like a human bone
This bitch wanna get fucked
She gon' get flown
Fuck it, she gon' get flew
Beat it 'til it turn blue (Go 'head)
Why got one bitch? Nigga, I can have two
Glock on the hip like one side got glue
Got a little older
Then I started hangin' with the Jews
Big bank shawty with a high enough IQ (Ayy)
Big three shots comin' in on the IV
Nigga got coke on the blanket, it's LV
Can't a nigga broker tell me
Nothin' and that's on God
Niggas at the park lookin' at
Me like a young god
Bro'nem snatch a nigga chain, call him Rashad
One bitch black, one Asian
Now it's Rush Hour thick white bitch
Same color as some cauliflower
Shit 'bout to get real lit
Keep the door closed
Bentley coupe two doors
Bentley truck four doors (Go)
Fill a bitch up with 'bout four holes
She ain't tryna fuck, that's a no-go (Ayy)
Kick the bitch out, that's a waste ho
Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em)
I know shooters, don't play, yeah
(Don't play)
Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
(Tryna call 'em) yeah, we got a chopper
Chop the top off the Wraith
(Chop-chop, chop-chop)
I count a backend just to rock out the stage
(yeah)
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day (yeah)
Go get millions, that's accomplishment
(Keed, talk to 'em)
Ain't fuckin' with y'all borin' hoes, no way
(No, sir)
I ain't fuckin with y'all, oh no (Let's go)
I send shots where your mother stay
(Say what?) just 'cause we don't care too
I was geeked out in that Maybach, shit
(Yes, sir)
I was drivin' it with no hands, ooh
(Skrrt, skrrt) i hopped in the Hellcat, shit
I'm drivin' it with no hands too (No cap)
I don't lose (No, sir)
No, y'all boys ain't havin' no clue
(Let's go) , yeah
Smokin' big blunts of White Runtz
While I'm kicking shit with Lil Uzi
I'll take the cam', make a movie, yeah (yeah)
I'll pop the shit on your order (Pop it)
Niggas ain't playin', we'll lose it
We havin' bad bitches, big booties
(Bad bitches, let's go, Keed, talk to 'em)
I'm on some slimeball time (Slatt, slatt)
I bring them slimeballs 'round (Slatt)
I'm with the same ones that pullin' me down
(yeah) ain't holdin' up, I'm on the grind
Play with Lil Keed, it's a whole lotta shots
I don't know why she cryin'
I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh)
She know I'm a dog, she know I'ma lie
(Yes, sir)
Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em)
I know shooters, don't play, yeah
(Don't play)
Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
(Tryna call 'em) yeah, we got a chopper
Chop the top off the Wraith
(Chop-chop, chop-chop)
I count a backend just to rock out the stage
(yeah)
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day (yeah)
Go get millions, that's accomplishment
Fuckin' on his bitch in the
Back of somebody house if it ain't Zay
Then it's up like your brother's spouse
I don't want sex from your girl
I would like mouth
My bitch booty got dents like an old couch
Finna show my ass
Let 'em know what a nigga on
Talkin' out the neck
Quickest way to see a nigga gone
Roll around with six different names
Like I'm Sean Combs
My gang, I'ma be attached like a human bone
This bitch wanna get fucked
She gon' get flown
Fuck it, she gon' get flew
Beat it 'til it turn blue (Go 'head)
Why got one bitch? Nigga, I can have two
Glock on the hip like one side got glue
Got a little older
Then I started hangin' with the Jews
Big bank shawty with a high enough IQ (Ayy)
Big three shots comin' in on the IV
Nigga got coke on the blanket, it's LV
Can't a nigga broker tell me
Nothin' and that's on God
Niggas at the park lookin' at
Me like a young god
Bro'nem snatch a nigga chain, call him Rashad
One bitch black, one Asian
Now it's Rush Hour thick white bitch
Same color as some cauliflower
Shit 'bout to get real lit
Keep the door closed
Bentley coupe two doors
Bentley truck four doors (Go)
Fill a bitch up with 'bout four holes
She ain't tryna fuck, that's a no-go (Ayy)
Kick the bitch out, that's a waste ho
Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em)
I know shooters, don't play, yeah
(Don't play)
Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
(Tryna call 'em) yeah, we got a chopper
Chop the top off the Wraith
(Chop-chop, chop-chop)
I count a backend just to rock out the stage
(yeah)
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day (yeah)
Go get millions, that's accomplishment
(Keed, talk to 'em)
Ain't fuckin' with y'all borin' hoes, no way
(No, sir)
I ain't fuckin with y'all, oh no (Let's go)
I send shots where your mother stay
(Say what?) just 'cause we don't care too
I was geeked out in that Maybach, shit
(Yes, sir)
I was drivin' it with no hands, ooh
(Skrrt, skrrt) i hopped in the Hellcat, shit
I'm drivin' it with no hands too (No cap)
I don't lose (No, sir)
No, y'all boys ain't havin' no clue
(Let's go) , yeah
Smokin' big blunts of White Runtz
While I'm kicking shit with Lil Uzi
I'll take the cam', make a movie, yeah (yeah)
I'll pop the shit on your order (Pop it)
Niggas ain't playin', we'll lose it
We havin' bad bitches, big booties
(Bad bitches, let's go, Keed, talk to 'em)
I'm on some slimeball time (Slatt, slatt)
I bring them slimeballs 'round (Slatt)
I'm with the same ones that pullin' me down
(yeah) ain't holdin' up, I'm on the grind
Play with Lil Keed, it's a whole lotta shots
I don't know why she cryin'
I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh)
She know I'm a dog, she know I'ma lie
(Yes, sir)
Hey, hey (Keed, talk to 'em)
I know shooters, don't play, yeah
(Don't play)
Beat that pussy like a bass, yeah (Boom)
High top shoes, no lace, yeah (No cap)
Bad bitch came from LA, yeah (LA)
Whole lotta shots, no trace (Bang)
I walked in, tryna call my own plays
(Tryna call 'em) yeah, we got a chopper
Chop the top off the Wraith
(Chop-chop, chop-chop)
I count a backend just to rock out the stage
(yeah)
Chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (Rockstar)
We drippin' this shit all day (yeah)
Go get millions, that's accomplishment