Fyed Up Yeat

[Intro]
(Uh, whole lotta bands on me, bands on me, bitch)
(Whole lotta diamonds on me, they floodin' a bitch)
(Whole lotta kids gon' be talkin' that shit)
Let's go

[Chorus]
When I walk in this bitch with the glick on my side, with the diamonds on me, I'm gon' fire up (Ergh)
I just walked in this bitch with the brand new Balenci' shoes, I mean the ones that gon' light up (Ergh)
Me and Clibbo the greatest, together forever, the ones that we really don't fight up (Ergh)
And you keep on been askin' me, "Go do some shit for you," yeah, but you know my hands tied up (Ergh)
Fed up (Let's go), yeah, we love our jeans with them rackies, they fed up
Fed up, yeah, I want my racks and I want new Chanel, uh
Fed up, yeah, we 'bout to go to the top, they gon' let us
We in the AirBnb with your lil' baby girl, and I know that her top is the wettest
I'm 'bout to go put some Rick on my fit just to drip a lil' bit', and you know that it's the leather
We got them diamonds that crushing VVS stones in the back, that bitch she won't let up
You know we back killin' shit with that money on me, I got hunnids on me, I got fifties on me, I got twenties on me, I got bitches on me, and we still ride around with the blickies on me
I said, "Fuck the police" (Fuck the police)
'Bouta get on her knees, uh
Boy, yeah, we scammin' for cheese, huh
You should try bankin' with Yeat, huh
I'm 'bout to diamond my teeth, huh
Yeah, her shit wet like the beach, huh
They trying to get it like me, huh
I told you, "Wait out and see" (Ergh)