Testo Way back - Yeat
Testo della canzone Way back (Yeat), tratta dall'album 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)
(I just went took what it took on my side)
(I just went fucked with this thotty, on my slime)
(I just wan' fuck, I don't wan' hear 'bout these signs)
(I keep a blick tucked, it's up by surprise)
(I don't give a fuck, I just hide around)
(I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine)
(Heard you wan' come to my city then suck on that blicky)
(Lil' baby, come fuck in the car)
Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, hundred thousand
Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, look at it, look at it
Turn it five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred
Turn it to a mil', yeah, two mil', yeah, three mil'
Hell yeah, I'm fucking this thot
Hell yeah, just been serving that rock
Hell yeah, finna chop out the Tonk'
Hell yeah, finna swerve out the lot
I heard you say you get money coming in but we all know that's a lie
We all know you a broke boy, bitch boy, lil' boy, you ain't got cash, you ain't fly
I just went took what it took on my side
I just went fucked with this thotty, on my slime
I just wan' fuck, I don't wan' hear 'bout these signs
I keep a blick tucked, it's up by surprise
I don't give a fuck, I just hide around
I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine
Heard you wan' come to my city then suck on that blicky
Lil' baby, come fuck in the car (yeah)
I cannot fuck with that shit, I turn that mil' to like six
I cannot fuck with a lame ass goof; they a muhfuckin', muhfuckin' bitch
Heard you was switchin' the sides
You criss-cross applesauce, switch on your guys, yeah
I don't give a fuck 'bout surprises
I'm taking the girl, lil' bitch, I been high
Fooded up, ridin' with that bitch, I been booted up
My money been dancin', my money been twerkin', my money slide
If that shit is 'bout my money, I need it, bitch, not no lies
Everything we do is flawless, which is why I don't give a fuck (yeah)
Ridin' round, I'm in the Tonka truck, fuckin' up (yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck, bitch, I fuck it up (yeah, yeah)
I got a check, lil' bitch, you know I fuck it up (yeah, yeah)
I did a race with the Lamb' and I pulled it up (yeah, yeah)
You chumps steal my swag, bitch, you can't touch (yeah, yeah)
You cannot do all this shit, bitch, you big bluff (yeah, yeah)
Who the hell you is? Where you came from? (yeah, yeah)
Pop a couple Percs, that bitch is an M box (yeah, yeah)
I ran it up, bitch, I can't stop (yeah, yeah)
You is a lame, you a fake cop (yeah, yeah)
She suck it up, yeah, she ate it all (yeah, yeah)
Used to be broke, so shout-out my first honey (yeah, yeah)
Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, hundred thousand
Hundred thousand, hundred thousand, look at it, look at it
Turn it five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred
Turn it to a mil', yeah, two mil', yeah, three mil'
Hell yeah, I'm fucking this thot
Hell yeah, just been serving that rock
Hell yeah, finna chop out the Tonk'
Hell yeah, finna swerve out the lot
I heard you say you get money coming in but we all know that's a lie
We all know you a broke boy, bitch boy, lil' boy, you ain't got cash, you ain't fly
I just went took what it took on my side
I just went fucked with this thotty, on my slime
I just wan' fuck, I don't wan' hear 'bout these signs
I keep a blick tucked, it's up by surprise
I don't give a fuck, I just hide around
I get the cash, baby, yeah, I'm fine
Heard you wan' come to my city then suck on that blicky
Lil' baby, come fuck in the car (yeah)
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Writer(s): Yeat, Divjot Abhol
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