[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Yeah, yeah, go)
Woke up feelin' shiesty
I'm on a, uh (Go)
Yeah, okay
Who the hell is-
(Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely (Go)
Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces (Mm)
Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely
Pull up six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely (Go)
They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricey (Yeah)
Two hundred racks inside a shoebox, bitch, these ain't no Nikes (Ooh)
She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited"
Nigga touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots
I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, this bitch can't keep quiet (Ah)
The big bad hood you said you from is lookin' mighty quiet (Shut up)
I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a straight diet
My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5"
Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives (Yeah)
I'm thinkin' of movin' to Africa, and marry six wives (Yeah)
I'm in New York, we still got several poles and seven big knives (Uh)
Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly (Fuck)
'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad (Uh)
Who said that you could come around this side without a hall pass? (Uh)
I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass
These niggas burnt, outchea' poppin' Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is-)
I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash (Uh)
Bitch said she like athletes, so I walked in with them thigh pads
I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad (Uh)
Christmas came around, and I had bought my steppers doormats (Uh)
Inside the whip, the seats is bright orange like the Lorax (Fuck)
I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gore-Tex
I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes (Fuck)
My brother need a new Tek, my mama want a new bag
These niggas flip-flop every week, they in a new set (Fuck)
I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run around like a nuisance
Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent
Where I'm from, it's one way in and out just like a camp tent
(Yeah, yeah, go)
Woke up feelin' shiesty
I'm on a, uh (Go)
Yeah, okay
Who the hell is-
(Grrr, grrr, grrr, grrr)
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely (Go)
Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces (Mm)
Fifty hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely
Pull up six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely (Go)
They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricey (Yeah)
Two hundred racks inside a shoebox, bitch, these ain't no Nikes (Ooh)
She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited"
Nigga touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots
I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, this bitch can't keep quiet (Ah)
The big bad hood you said you from is lookin' mighty quiet (Shut up)
I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a straight diet
My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5"
Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives (Yeah)
I'm thinkin' of movin' to Africa, and marry six wives (Yeah)
I'm in New York, we still got several poles and seven big knives (Uh)
Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly (Fuck)
'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad (Uh)
Who said that you could come around this side without a hall pass? (Uh)
I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass
These niggas burnt, outchea' poppin' Xans for a bypass (Who the hell is-)
I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash (Uh)
Bitch said she like athletes, so I walked in with them thigh pads
I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad (Uh)
Christmas came around, and I had bought my steppers doormats (Uh)
Inside the whip, the seats is bright orange like the Lorax (Fuck)
I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gore-Tex
I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes (Fuck)
My brother need a new Tek, my mama want a new bag
These niggas flip-flop every week, they in a new set (Fuck)
I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run around like a nuisance
Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent
Where I'm from, it's one way in and out just like a camp tent
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