Yeat- Kant rëlax ( sped up)

[Chorus]
They thinkin' that I ain't gon' feel it (Feel it)
Yeah, all these drugs hit right in my system (Hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the black blatt by the pistol (Hey)
Yeah, me and twizz really did it, 'bout to bust it
Yeah, I ain't never give a fuck 'bout a— (Bruce)
In a big body sittin' outside, we gon' catch y'all lackin', we go lurkin' at night (Yeah)
Just poured up a deuce of the Wock' with a one-eighth of red for the foot of my Sprite (Yeah)
All of my diamonds, they shinin', got new checks from Elliante, come inside (Yeah)
Every time I pull up on her, shе suckin' my dick like this shit was a prize (Yessir)
[Verse 1]
And I just pullеd up inside of the big body Tonka, lil' bitch, you best know that I'm whippin' the curve
Lil' kid said he's bout to pull up and shoot some shit, yeah, he got some nerve
I'm 'bout to go get me the Glock with the switch, with the dick, with the big old clip, on the burn
I don't be fuckin' with nobody, bitch, you can shut the fuck up and get fucked out this world
I'm rockin' these diamonds, these bitches, they sit on my body but I'ma rock Chanelly pearl
I'm goin' straight to the top (Top)
I got a big ol' Glock with a switch, you gon' get you a mop (Yeah)
I got a big AR with a laser, bitch, it's gon' stretch your top (Yeah)
I don't even give no fuck what you sayin', lil bitch, I'm high as a monk (Yeah, I'm high)
I got a big ol' crib (Yeah), sittin' inside the 'burbs
Lil' kid talkin' that shit (Yeah), now he can't say no words
I'm on big boy lick, I just pulled up in a Urus

[Chorus]
They thinkin' that I ain't gon' feel it (Feel it)
Yeah, all these drugs hit right in my system (Hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the black blatt by the pistol (Hey)
Yeah, me and twizz really did it, 'bout to bust it
Yeah, I ain't never give a fuck 'bout a— (Bruce)
In a big body sittin' outside, we gon' catch y'all lackin', we go lurkin' at night (Yeah)
Just poured up a deuce of the Wock' with a one-eighth of red for the foot of my Sprite (Yeah)
All of my diamonds, they shinin' (Yeah), got new checks from Elliante, come inside (Yeah)
Every time I pull up on her, she suckin' my dick like this shit was a prize (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Been in the coupe, Bruce Wayne (Yeah)
I got this big ol' chain
They can't be fuckin' with my slang (Swoop)
They can't even fuck with the gang (Gang)
You a L, you lame (Yeah)
I just pulled up on them for the frame (Yeah)
In the Bentley, I got a Mulsanne (Yeah)
Me and you, we are not one the same (Bitch)
Molly, Percocets, it go insane (Gang)
Made the money go up, made the money go down, make that shit disappear if you lame (Gang)
Peel off in that big body Tonka, lil' bitch, you best know that I'm whippin' the brain (Gang)
Ain't never fuck with nobody at all, lil' bitch, I just rock with the gang (Gang)
Ain't ever switch on my bro or my twizzy, lil' bitch, I am stayin' the same
[Chorus]
Yeah, all these drugs hit right in my system (Hey, no way)
Yeah, I just put the black blatt by the pistol (Hey)
Yeah, me and twizz really did it, 'bout to bust it
Yeah, I ain't never give a fuck 'bout a— (Bruce)
In a big body sittin' outside, we gon' catch y'all lackin', we lurkin' at night (Yeah)
Just poured up a deuce of the Wock' with a one-eighth of red for the foot of my Sprite (Yeah, yeah)
All of my diamonds, they shinin' (Yeah), got new checks from Elliante, come inside (Yeah)
Every time I pull up on her, she suckin' my dick like this shit was a prize (Yeah)

Yeat - Systëm sped up

[Intro]
(I-I—)
(I-I—)
(I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
(I got, I got)

[Chorus]
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Memphetamines killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and muhfuckin' spinnin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff
[Verse]
Yeah, I got some brothers, who movin' that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)
I touched me a muhfuckin' milli', yeah
I'm swervin' that fuckin' Chevy
I'm on the side with the gremlin, gremlin, pull up and fuck my system and the mayhem
Them drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
Drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
I'm takin' the Perc' with Amoxicillin, hit the ceiling lil' bitch, and I'm feelin' 'em (Ooh)
No, you can't rock with the mob, can't rock with the gang, lil' bitch, we not feeling you (Uh)
All this shit feeling familiar, uh
Gotta give me the lock and I'm killin' 'em (Ooh)
I touch a mill' every first of the month, that's why my pockets not big enough (Ooh)
Ride 'round the city inside of the Tonka, yeah, but this shit still not big enough (Ooh)
Come every time back from my break, yeah, and I'm all on the charts (Yeah)
When I geek up, lil' bitch, yeah I go to the sky, bitch, I live in the stars (What)
Fuck what you sayin', lil' bitch, you is not one of us, you is not one of ours
Yeah, I made this shit up, but I'm back on them charts (Yeah)
Headin' number one for the month, yeah, stay number one for the year (Yeah)
Yeah, I turn up the muhfuckin' metal, yeah, I'm crankin' them gears (Luh crank)
Yeah, I pull up to London with shanks on me, bitch, I'm stabbin' they ears (Luh shank)
Fuck what you sayin' lil' bitch, I'ma do all this shit, bitch, I do it for years

[Chorus]
(I got, I got)
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round bitch, got hunnid round chops
Them drugs is killin' 'em, killin 'em
Drugs is killin 'em, drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon' shoot, it go killin' 'em
Memphetamines killin' 'em, 'phetamines killin' 'em, yeah, and muhfuckin' spinnin' 'em
I'm drinkin' that dirty, that mirty, that cup, that mud, that muhfuckin' what?
We come from that dirty, we drinkin' that dirty, we come from that dirty stuff
[Outro]
Yeah, I got some brothers, who movin' that chicken, yeah (Yeah)
Ride on that bitch with AP, on my wrist, on my feelings (Touching the ceiling)
Yeah, I been servin' them boys like I'm workin' at Chili's (What? What? Yeah)
Yeah, it's Christmas, it's cold, this shit could get chilly (What? What? Yeah)

YEAT-ON 1 (remix) (speed up)

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