Yeat Talk Song Lyrics
Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat (come on, man)Man, this nigga on another world right nowThey said, uh, niggas was gettin’ tazedBitches was poppin’ pussy by the front doorNiggas was throwin’ chairs, everything was goin’ down50-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy shit right hereReal twizzy shit right here (real twizzy shit right here)You guys don’t know ’bout it
Jump out at the show (uh, I’m working on dying), jump out at the showHad to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX)‘Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe“Shh” ’bout what you sayin’, yeah, just shut up, let me go
Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truckRiding ’round with these bust-down watches on meI got my blicky tuckedHeadin’ number one up on these chartsBitch, yeah, it’s stuck as what?A-a-all we do is just go number one, uhAnd I just brought in some M’s, lil’ bitch, it’s the first of the monthRiding ’round, I’m in the Cayenne, lil’ bitchI’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the BenzI switched shit up, I wanted it done by the donAll of my fans is my family, my cult, my brotherMy slime, my twizzy, my momI don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, I don’t listen to itI don’t wanna hear ’bout noneAnd the whip got two R, yeah, Rolls-Royce, yeah, with the Cullinan boughtI’m ’bout to bring this shit back and away from the top, it’s the time of monthI’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum
How you gon’ talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon’ talk to the feds? (Woo)How you gon’ talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon’ talk to the lead (huh?)I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, huh, you already heard what I said, huh (woo)Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (woo, woo, woo)And I don’t give a fuck ’bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes’, huh (woo, woo, woo)You ain’t even made no money, yeah, don’t make no sense, huh (woo, woo, woo)I destroyed the coupe, I’m ’bout to jump out again
Jump out at the show (uh, I’m working on dying), jump out at the showHad to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX)‘Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin’ head to toe“Shh” ’bout what you sayin’, yeah, just shut up, let me go
Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truckRiding ’round with these bust-down watches on meI got my blicky tuckedHeadin’ number one up on these chartsBitch, yeah, it’s stuck as what?A-a-all we do is just go number one, uhAnd I just brought in some M’s, lil’ bitch, it’s the first of the monthRiding ’round, I’m in the Cayenne, lil’ bitchI’ma tear up the city, I’m afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)
I went and painted the BenzI switched shit up, I wanted it done by the donAll of my fans is my family, my cult, my brotherMy slime, my twizzy, my momI don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, I don’t listen to itI don’t wanna hear ’bout noneAnd the whip got two R, yeah, Rolls-Royce, yeah, with the Cullinan boughtI’m ’bout to bring this shit back and away from the top, it’s the time of monthI’m ’bout to do it again, ’bout to do it again, ’bout to triple the sum
How you gon’ talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon’ talk to the feds? (Woo)How you gon’ talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon’ talk to the lead (huh?)I don’t give a fuck what you sayin’, huh, you already heard what I said, huh (woo)Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread (woo, woo, woo)And I don’t give a fuck ’bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes’, huh (woo, woo, woo)You ain’t even made no money, yeah, don’t make no sense, huh (woo, woo, woo)I destroyed the coupe, I’m ’bout to jump out again