[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, yeah, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Woah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, woah, uh, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM (Woah, ayy)
Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him (Yeah, yeah)
No, I'm not savin' you
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
All of these niggas is bitches
I swear on my mama
I'll leave em with stitches
If they touch my riches
I might call up NAZ for that glizzy
These niggas tryna get in touch for a verse
But, lil nigga, I'm busy
Broke-ass nigga window-shoppin' like he 50
Lookin' for Lil Boat, he probably in the city
With a bad biddy that look like '90s Tina Fey
Teeth gold like a box of butter shea
One more year and we'll be livin' in LA
Me, NAZ, K, E
All my niggas been ridin' since day one
Run up on me, you gon' catch the chopper
Meet the gang, that's when you meet the Fockers
I'ma trunk, knock his wife, fuck her
All these niggas hate Lil Boat 'cause they bitches love me
Back up off me, bitch, you lookin' ugly
Platinum teeth make me hit the Dougie
Ayy, yeah, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Woah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, woah, uh, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM
Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him
No, I'm not savin' you
18 in the atrium
Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium
I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM (Woah, ayy)
Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him (Yeah, yeah)
No, I'm not savin' you
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
All of these niggas is bitches
I swear on my mama
I'll leave em with stitches
If they touch my riches
I might call up NAZ for that glizzy
These niggas tryna get in touch for a verse
But, lil nigga, I'm busy
Broke-ass nigga window-shoppin' like he 50
Lookin' for Lil Boat, he probably in the city
With a bad biddy that look like '90s Tina Fey
Teeth gold like a box of butter shea
One more year and we'll be livin' in LA
Me, NAZ, K, E
All my niggas been ridin' since day one
Run up on me, you gon' catch the chopper
Meet the gang, that's when you meet the Fockers
I'ma trunk, knock his wife, fuck her
All these niggas hate Lil Boat 'cause they bitches love me
Back up off me, bitch, you lookin' ugly
Platinum teeth make me hit the Dougie
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