Yeat - Bëttr 0ff lyrics

Yeah (O oh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb
Yeah)
(Back in the day, I was broke as they come
Yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)

When you live like this, this shit so fun
(Honeybun) when you count that bread
This shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (Woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck
(Skrrt) stop callin' my phone, just
Leave me alone, yeah, damn it
(yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home
I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk
To me, it told me, "Go blam it"
(Bop, bop)
Yeah, fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch
Go talk to your mommy (Mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round
I been collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout
To swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus
Whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust
(The bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (Oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range
I don't give a fuck where they layin'
(Lil' bitch) i be collectin' my chains
Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain
(Skrrt) bitch, it's a wonderful day
Swervin' and dabbin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say
You can't stay (No, no, no)

Didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it
I didn't deserve (yeah)
Any time that I want, bitch
I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah
(yeah) they told me, "Get back, " bitch
There's still bills for the birds (Brr)
And fuck what you think
'cause you wish for the worst (Dah)
No, don't you get it? I'm pushin' my limit's
Ah (Pushin' my limit's)
I'm squeezin' that bitch just
Like squeezin' some lemons (yeah)
Ah, fuck what you said, bitch
I'm pushin' them limit's, yeah
(O oh) back in the day I was ridin' that
Civic, I'm pushin' the limit's, no gymnast
Yeah (O oh)
Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm
Swervin' and dabbin' that bitch, yeah
My business (Oh, yeah)
Bought a new Patek, it sit on
My wrist, and it glisten
They motherfuckin' listen to me
'Cause, I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a
Lot, got a lot of money on me
Parkin' the lot (Woah)
I got them woods, got them bitches in the
Back, got the bricks in the back
Get them racks in the bag (Ack)
I got a Glock and it sit on my lap
'bout to shoot 'em, go "doo doo doo doo
" and they dead (Bang)
I already said it a million times
But, I'm 'bout to go back
And just say it again (yeah)
Bitch, it's fuck what you said
And it's fuck what
You read, I don't give no fucks, bitch
You better off dead (yeah)
Leave 'em so slimy like this, bitch
I leave 'em on read

Yeah (O oh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb
Yeah)
(Back in the day, I was broke as they come
Yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)

When you live like this, this shit so fun
(Honeybun) when you count that bread
This shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (Woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck
(Skrrt) stop callin' my phone, just
Leave me alone, yeah, damn it
(yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home
I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk
To me, it told me, "Go blam it"
(Bop, bop)
Yeah, fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch
Go talk to your mommy (Mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round
I been collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout
To swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus
Whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust
(The bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (Oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range
I don't give a fuck where they layin'
(Lil' bitch) i be collectin' my chains
Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain
(Skrrt) bitch, it's a wonderful day
Swervin' and dabbin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say
You can't stay (No, no, no)