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UP 2 MË

Lying 4 Fun

Yeat Gëek high sped up

Yeat- No commënt (sped up)

yeat - factz (slowed + reverb)

no comment + new turban [sped up]

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sittin' outside, just still on X (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Boot up all night 'cause I'm up off X (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bro, you not rich, not rich like this (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ack)
Five hundred K on my shoes like this (Ack)
Too much cash and my bitch like this (Bitch, like what? Bitch, like what?)
Got two twin Glocks on my side like this (Huh, huh-huh)
Got a big AR, it'll turn you to piss, ha (Hah, buh, bang)
Yeah, up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Still outside, bitch I'm still on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X (Yeah, yeah)
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy
[Verse]
Bitch, I'm makin' a hit every time
Bitch, I'm makin' a hit evеry time
Got 'em sick like flu, likе swine
And that drink look to me like wine (Skrrt)
Rippin' the coupe by the side, yeah
Boot up on X all night, yeah
Livin' however I like, yeah
I'm livin' this shit in my life, yeah
We makin' a movie like Spike, yeah
She pull up, she ridin' my bike, yeah
More boot up? I can't decide, yeah
With a Perky, then crash up my life, yeah
He ain't never have no bread like this
Like this, like this, like this, like this, like this
I just pulled up in a muhfuckin' Bentley (Skrrt), I just pulled out the side, lil' bitch
I can't be trustin' nobody in this bitch, lil' bitch, don't come to my town, lil' kid (Uh)
Yeah, I been makin' them M's, you ain't touching my profits, bitch
Yeah, uh, I'm pullin' it back, I'm golfin', bitch
Yeah, she gon' suck it up, she gon' gulp them kids (What?)
Yeah, and I'm pourin' it up, yeah, just like this (What?)
Yeah, just got word from Thug, 'bout to crank that bitch (What?)
Yeah, swervin' it daily, might fuckin' crank that bitch (Skrrt)
Ridin' in muhfuckin' Maybach, turn it around and muhfuckin' lick that bitch
I made that shit happen, I made it from nothin' and muhfuckas hate that shit
And I know that you broke as a bitch if you got enough time to be hatin' on shit
I don't give a fuck 'bout no followers, I don't give a fuck 'bout none of this shit
Yeah, fuck all the internet, fuck all the politics, yeah, they could suck my dick
You heard what I said, you heard what I said, better run it back
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X (Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sittin' outside, just still on X (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Boot up all night 'cause I'm up off X (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bro, you not rich, not rich like this (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ack)
Five hundred K on my shoes like this (Ack)
Too much cash and my bitch like this (Bitch, like what? Bitch, like what?)
Got two twin Glocks on my side like this (Huh, huh-huh)
Got a big AR, it'll turn you to piss, ha (Hah, buh, bang)
Yeah, up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Still outside, bitch I'm still on X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X
Up all night 'cause I'm up off X (Yeah, yeah)
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy
Up all night 'cause I'm up off ecstasy

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sittin' outside, just still on X (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Boot up all night 'cause I'm up off X (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bro, you not rich, not rich like this (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ack)

Yeat - Up Off X sped up

[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhfuckin' slatt, ha (Slatt)
I'm fucking the twat, I'm fuckin' her hips, ha (Skrrt)
Twenty-four seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' bracelet, they on my head
Ridin' in that motherfuckin' coupe, she give me head
Motherfuckin' chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for they neck
[Post-Chorus]
You don't be inside of the Urus, I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money, I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no fucks about none of this clout, bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha
Yeah, I'ma flex, this stay on they nеck, neck, neck, bitch, I'm flexing a bag, who?
Yеah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet, bitch, and she look bad, ho
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip, yeah, I get a lot of cash, ho
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip, 'bout to flip that Tahoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit, yeah, muhfuckin' die, ho

[Verse]
Yeah, flip, flip, slatt
Lot of cash, big bag
In a Tonka, Mr. bad
Big body, big bag
I could say that I'm bad (Huh)
The devil my twin, ha (Huh)
They don't know that, ha (Huh)
I'm always gon' win, ha (Huh)
Ran this shit back for the deal, muhfuckin' squeal, grabbing the wheel, uh
The devil gon' call up my phone, lil' bitch, you know when it's real, uh (You know when it's real)
I sit in the circle, I'm walking around, I'm knowing the drill
Yeah, the devil be calling my phone like every damn day, man, the Perkies is real (Perkies is real)
Pull up, it's late at night, man, I'm knowing the drill, man, I'm knowing the drill
All of this shit get hectic, shit get bad, man, you knowin' the feel
The henchman, my Twizz and my snake, they be in the field (Buh, buh, buh)
A blessing, living this life out here, it's so real
I'm poppin' the muhfuckin' Percs again, I barely could feel
Yeah, I'm taking this shit all the way from the back, I'm knowing the feel
Yeah, I almost died to pour that shit, to pour that real
Yeah, I'm in the muhfuckin' broad Bentley, you don't know how it feel
Yeah, I'm in the muhfuckin' big ol' Tonka, swerving them wheels
Yeah, fuck that big ol', lil' ol' bitch, yeah, fuck that feel
Yeah, I bought the mansion inside the hills, I'm living the film
Yeah, yeah, they want a best dressed junkie, yeah, on some pills
[Chorus]
(Yeah)
Come at your head, I come at your back, ha
Yeah, all of my diamonds, they muhfuckin' slatt, ha (Slatt)
I'm fucking the twat, I'm fuckin' her hips, ha (Skrrt)
Twenty-four seven, that big body flex, ha
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' bracelet, they on my head
Ridin' in that motherfuckin' coupe, she give me head
Motherfuckin' chop it all off, I chop the head
Coming for the top, lil' bitch, I'm coming for they neck

[Post-Chorus]
You don't be inside of the Urus, I'm flipping it up and I'm flipping it back, ha
Yeah, I double my money, I doubled it up more than all of y'all had, ha
I don't be giving no fucks about none of this clout, bitch, I'm chasing a bag, ha
Yeah, I'ma flex, this stay on they neck, neck, neck, bitch, I'm flexing a bag, who?
Yeah, on a jet, jet, jet, get her wet, wet, wet, bitch, and she look bad, ho
Yeah, I'ma check, check, check, I'ma flip, flip, flip, yeah, I get a lot of cash, ho
Yeah, I got ten, ten, ten, 'bout to flip, flip, flip, 'bout to flip that Tahoe
Yeah, I got a blick, blick, blick, and it's lit, lit, lit, yeah, muhfuckin' die, ho

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah

Yeat - Comë on sped up

[Intro]
Yo, Luca, where you at?

[Pre-Chorus]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(Holy fuck, I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)

[Chorus]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyеs in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'еm, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished (Yeah)
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cost, you ain't paying attention
[Verse]
Birkin bag, holdin' weight
We some Gods, holy ones
Holy field, holy guts
Neon guts, triple guts (Skrrt)
Flip it up, double dutch
Take that back, fifty cups
Yeah, shoot his bitch ass up
Yeah, hit that fitted up
I just been takin' that smacks, I been shmunked out, bitch
All that shit is trash, they been smoked up
Every time I drop an album, I'm on one now
I can't do no more or less, 'cause I'm the one now
Yeah, always lookin' behind my back like I got one eye
Bitch, I'm paranoid as fuck, like, bitch, why wouldn't I be? (Why wouldn't I be?)
Yeah, I done put it up, bitch, I pull up and smack (Blick 'em)
I couldn't even trust nobody, yeah, I don't trust no one
Pull up, we'll get you wacked, had to get you gone
Pull up in crunch wrap, you better hurt some
I can't trust not shit, not shit, not shit, not shit
Yeah, you better buy that Urus with the custom seats (In that Urus)

[Pre-Chorus]
(I'ma shoot the Glock, ah, yeah)
(I'ma just pop that Molly, bop)
(Holy one, ridin' round in that Urus, you look broke as fuck)
(Holy fuck, I took twenty [?], bitch, I'm the holy one)
[Chorus]
Uh, I just popped that boy and copped that Birkin (Buh, buh, buh)
I just pulled up in that fuckin' Urus, in that Urus trip
I been living life like way too fast, I had to purse up
Yeah, uh, Rollie fuck, uh, in the Bentley truck (Phew)
Uh, 'round with bullets, I got plenty bucks (Come), uh
Yeah, come back to this crib and I got plenty guns, uh
Yeah, come back to this crib, security kill you once, bitch, uh
You can come back everyday, we will gon' kill you for months
I got mob ties out the country, I got mob ties in it (Shh)
I just pulled up in that Bentley and it got frog eyes in it, ha
You can cut that lil' shit up, we been up fifty minutes
I ain't talking 'bout no kitchen, kill 'em, sixty minutes
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the boss, yeah, you get diminished
Yeah, you ain't fuckin' with the cops, you ain't paying attention (You broke, bitch)

Yeat- No commënt (sped up)

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