Shade Yeat

[Intro]
Yeah, fuck off, fuck off
Can't be mad that I'm well off
Can't be mad that I did this shit
Can't be mad that I talk this, bitch
You a dumb motherfucker
You a dumb motherfucker, uh
You a dumb motherfucker
You a dumb motherfucker

[Verse 1]
You not full, but no amount could fit
Shit, why you always talkin' shit? (Why?)
'Cause those Balenciagas counterfeit
I just made the whole world my bitch (Yeah)
I'm tryna see how much I can fit
I don't like to talk, I plead the fifth
And I'm prayin' that you make one wrong move
It's no tellin' what I might or might not do
Heard you say you won't fold, you won't bend
Let's all get high as fuck and pretend
I'll be wrong 'til I die, 'til the end
If I ask you if you lied, you say, "Yeah"
You say, "Yeah"
How could I make it up to you?
I say, "You can't"
Just get the fuck away from me
And it's more than that
And it's more than this
I'm just tryna imagine all the times I pissed
I'm just tryna imagine why you'd do that shit
But I couldn't imagine it (Yeah)
And it's nowhere I'd rather be
On the beach with a tragedy
And she called me, "Your Majesty"
Makin' movies appear so magically
Yeah and it's sad that you said what you wouldn't do
And it's sad to look back at what you wouldn't do
And it's sad, and it's sad
And it's sad, and it's sad (Ah)
But I'm glad that you had your fun, you had your fun on it
But I'm bad for the things I said and the things that I want on it
How you mad that I got this money that I never even asked for?
How you sad 'bout a slag? We wasn't even up for it