TOOLY Yeat

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my neck bitch, and you know I’m reckless
Going through the section, choppas, no protection
Going through this shit, I don’t need directions
And I’m on your block, you should put a vest on
And I'm with the shits, never quit it
Yeah, its Lil Yeat, yeah, bitch, Yeah I did it
I got lots of racks inside my system
Bands up in my head, bars, they’ll make me dead

[Verse 1]
Running from the feds, I just made some shit like that
Yeah, it's Lil Yeat, thats my Tooly
An I’m on your block
I’m toting toolies with my fuckin goalie
An I’m on your block, I’m yelling Oui
Milly Rockin to the top, baby this shits newly
Toting racks, toting ninas, take it to the back
I be yellin shit, boi that’s a fact
It’s Lil Yeat, yeah I did it, numbers to the back
And I just whip that shit, I’m toten all these bags
I got fucking cash goyard on my bag
Goyard on my bag , You don’t know it doesnt straps
I got bands up in the cot, and I got bands up in my head
Boy it’s Lil Yeat fallin, snd I would never kill a number 9
An I’m just ballin