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[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Run in, lil' bitch, you get hit (Boom, boom) Came in that bitch with that stick Came in that bitch with Lil Keed I got that money like blow (What?) I'm in this bitch with Lil Meech I do this shit in my sleep (Yeah) Shawty suck me, she so geeked (Yeah) Shawty fuck me, she so geeked (Yeah) I'm in this bitch and I'm fleek (Uh) I put VVS on my links Shawty can't wait 'til we link Fuck with Lil K, you get— Get laid on your ass, you get— I play with that 30, lil' bitch, yeah I need a mask for this heat, yeah I need a gas for my bitch, yeah You know that choppa don't miss You know that choppa don't miss I get this mothafucka lit, yeah Double C all on my shit, yeah Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah Shawty gon' fuck on my drip, yeah
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty] Shawty in love with my drip, woah I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah 220 all on that rear, ayy I get the drip, you get dripped (Ay) I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp (Ay) I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah (Ay) We in this bih with no tint (Ay, ay, ay, ay okay, yeah! yeah! yeah!)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Uh, thugger lil' bitch speak Ebonics (Ayy) Shootin' that Glock, supersonics (Baow, baow) I drop a dub at Onyx (Ayy) Toot, toot that thing up (Toot) Beat from the back, she runnin' (Bih, bih) Pink Prada bag, I'm thumbin' (BIh, yeah) F&N, 30 round gun you (Baow) Fuck what they sayin', they pussy (Fuck 'em) My shirt vintage Stussy (Yeah, yeah) I put them niggas on gang (Ayy) They started snitchin' Oops, back at 15 I was swipin' (Uh! Ay!) Oops, beat up that pussy, I'm Tyson Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin' (Yeah) Three cell phones, don't call me (Grr) Rich white money, Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry) Keep one joystick like Atari (Like Atari) V on my back like Bari (VLONE) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Me and Cash Carti go way back (Ayy, Carti) Nigga don't like me, then say that (Okay) 20 years old in a Maybach (Skrt) Hoo! flexin' (Fuck it up, damn) Young nigga flexing no 8 pack
[Chorus: Playboi Carti] Shawty in love with my drip, woah I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah 220 all on that rear, ayy I get the drip, you get dripped I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah We in this bih with no tint
Lil Yachty - Get Dripped ft. Playboi Cartilil boat2018-11-26 | Watch the official music video for Lil Yachty - Get Dripped ft. Playboi Carti Stream/Download ""Nuthin 2 Prove"" featuring Get Dripped: lilyachty.lnk.to/Nuthin2Prove
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Run in, lil' bitch, you get hit (Boom, boom) Came in that bitch with that stick Came in that bitch with Lil Keed I got that money like blow (What?) I'm in this bitch with Lil Meech I do this shit in my sleep (Yeah) Shawty suck me, she so geeked (Yeah) Shawty fuck me, she so geeked (Yeah) I'm in this bitch and I'm fleek (Uh) I put VVS on my links Shawty can't wait 'til we link Fuck with Lil K, you get— Get laid on your ass, you get— I play with that 30, lil' bitch, yeah I need a mask for this heat, yeah I need a gas for my bitch, yeah You know that choppa don't miss You know that choppa don't miss I get this mothafucka lit, yeah Double C all on my shit, yeah Dolce Gabbana my bitch, yeah Christian Dior, I pop shit, yeah Shawty gon' fuck on my drip, yeah
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Yachty] Shawty in love with my drip, woah I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah 220 all on that rear, ayy I get the drip, you get dripped (Ay) I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp (Ay) I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah (Ay) We in this bih with no tint (Ay, ay, ay, ay okay, yeah! yeah! yeah!)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Uh, thugger lil' bitch speak Ebonics (Ayy) Shootin' that Glock, supersonics (Baow, baow) I drop a dub at Onyx (Ayy) Toot, toot that thing up (Toot) Beat from the back, she runnin' (Bih, bih) Pink Prada bag, I'm thumbin' (BIh, yeah) F&N, 30 round gun you (Baow) Fuck what they sayin', they pussy (Fuck 'em) My shirt vintage Stussy (Yeah, yeah) I put them niggas on gang (Ayy) They started snitchin' Oops, back at 15 I was swipin' (Uh! Ay!) Oops, beat up that pussy, I'm Tyson Oops, niggas is reckless, triflin' (Yeah) Three cell phones, don't call me (Grr) Rich white money, Mike Lowry (Mike Lowry) Keep one joystick like Atari (Like Atari) V on my back like Bari (VLONE) Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) Me and Cash Carti go way back (Ayy, Carti) Nigga don't like me, then say that (Okay) 20 years old in a Maybach (Skrt) Hoo! flexin' (Fuck it up, damn) Young nigga flexing no 8 pack
[Chorus: Playboi Carti] Shawty in love with my drip, woah I get that drip, you get dripped, yeah 220 all on that rear, ayy I get the drip, you get dripped I fucked that bitch, I'm a pimp I'm with Lil Boat, we not simp, yeah I fucked that bitch, she get bent, yeah We in this bih with no tint
[Intro: Lil Yachty] I'ma pop up, mm I'ma pop up, sixty, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] I'ma up two hundred racks just because I can Fuckin' up a sack with this sack 'cause a nigga can I'ma put a dub on your mans if I don't like his look Beatin' up that pussy, hit that shit with an uppercut (Go) Ten cold chains on my neck, like I'm King Tut Walkin' 'round this bitch, tight shirt with a lean gut (Grrt) Fuckin' on this bitch, kinda ugly, but her booty big Nigga cannot talk to me wrong, fuck who he is (Damn) Concrete boys thirty piece like I'm Ludacris (Damn) Tight flow, sippin' on Wock' in a poncho (Ooh) Not Quavo, but I'm still the head honcho (Yeah) Gettin' some top from this bitch with a monster throat Iced out in New York, below freezin', 30K coat (Grrt) Nigga wanna rock with the boys, gotta {?} Let me get this right, niggas mad that I fucked they ho? (Go) 50K cash to Elon Musk for a Tesla quote
[Verse 2: DC2Trill] Invite that bitch straight to the mansion just to use her throat (Phew) I'm on a PJ gettin' high, you don't know how that go (Damn) How thе fuck that bitch say I wifed her up? I passed hеr to the bro Why the fuck you always gettin' high with nowhere to go? (Uh) Yes, I stay with blue strips, but I'm not a loc (Yeah) Peter, Piper, Pepper, I can never kept her (Phew) Came here strictly for the cash, not the lecture (Yeah) Lil' bitch pickin' up my cup, I'm like, "Hold on" (Yeah) Feel somethin' like the Hot Boyz, I get my roll on Tonka truck, fill with the gas, he finna bag it in Like, the streetlights came on, I'm finna get it in Yeah, this ho cool, but I'm tryna fuck her friend (Yeah) I'm on an island like Ja Rule, we gettin' lit again Bet a hundred she get a burger, not no Benihana Lean dumper, the rap slow, then the fiends comin' Give me the ball, I'll do great, got a mean jumper
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty] Bitch came in demanding dick, she's a mean woman (Hmm) Late night, eyes wide open like I seen somethin' (Seen) I'll take her to the back and get to bustin, bustin' Told her think again before she think I'm the one to put trust in (Go) Woke up inside a bitch I had and started louded cussin' Should have checked her face, but ass was fat, so it was all Gucci All this ice around my neck and Kristi Yamaguchi Shipped the bag, it wasn't za, I told that nigga, "Sue me" (Don't) Italian ice mixed with the Wock', I'm finna make a smoothie (Yeah) Yeah, that brothers starvin', that's my favorite movie (Go) Walk around with sixty-sixties to Legends Jewelry (Swing) Gun on my hip, I guess that's why they think I'm Lil Uzi Prayin' clips and now we makin' movies, let's get straight to it Lord of the Beans Gave this bitch a G6 and now she got wings
[Verse 4: DC2Trill] I don't worry 'bout these niggas, I just do my thing I'm on vacation up in Kingston, pour my drink in ting I'ma fuck this lil' bitch, I'm on to better things God damn, she too geeked up, she done took a bean Mhm, came in this bitch with some rich fiends Lil' mama, you know you broke as fuck, so why you talk to me? Me and Cousin Skeeter on a boat, we're tryna catch some things I made my life a dream just like Doctor King Me and Boat got twin rings, nigga, bling, bling I'm finna get Mei Ling a flight straight from Beijing I got red put up, that shit aging Perkies for the party, lean for the party Drank Baby voice, I'm high, Carti I'll paint a nigga with a SIG just like an artist Vroom, don't be alarmed, this Hellcat getting started
http://vevo.ly/N3H66fLil Yachty Feat. Icewear Vezzo & Rio Da Yung OG - Plastic (Official Video)lil boat2021-05-29 | Watch the official video for Lil Yachty Feat. Icewear Vezzo & Rio Da Yung OG "Plastic."
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Lil Yachty Feat. Icewear Vezzo & Rio Da Yung OG "Plastic" Lyrics
[Intro: Lil Yachty] (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) It's us Damn, damn Damn It's us
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] Me and Vezzo don't do double cups, yeah, we triple stackin' it Lucky I came in with my bitch, them hoes, I would've cracked 'em Last nigga speak on my name (What?), a random person jacked him (Yeah) If I die, I'll be on CNN like Michael Jackson Not 'cause I died, but who I brought with me Don't let my bitch drink at all in case I need a kidney Double R parked right outside like a raisin in the sun Sheriff pulled me over skeptical 'cause all my legal guns I'm backwards, I got rich off of music and got illegal funds Why this stripper, she ain't let me fuck? Still kept all the ones (Damn) Damn (Damn), and I ain't no sucker (Damn) House by the lake with the views opposite from Tucker (Damn) This nigga pussy, goin' out bad just like no other My shooter ain't got no sense, he stole from his mother How you know I fuck your bitch, you still call me brother? (Damn) You niggas, niggas different (Damn, damn) Why I'm so specific (Go) Backyard look Pacific (Go) Heavy on my pivot, uh (Go) Hit the frog sweat, now my cup look like a midget, huh (Damn, damn) Geeked up off the medics Said it, then I meant it Cops ask me questions, I'm Cole Bennett, I ain't in it (Woo) The way that Vezzo drive his Wraith, could tell he ain't rent it
[Verse 2: Icewear Veezo] We gon' hit them boys Hundred hangin' out the chop, look like a mixin' board (Like I'm mixin') All my opps be broke as fuck, they need to fix them boys (Niggas fucked up) Knock the power out that F&N, I need to switch the cord (I need to switch the cord) Bitch, I love to switch my fashion Lit the Patek, I got sixty glasses in my kitchen cabinet (That Hi-Tech) I just bought another Rollie up at Golden Sun (Gold) Poured a four in a one-liter, that's a forty-one (Drank God) We just upped the score again, them niggas oh-and-one (Niggas losers) They think cuddy marchin' for a band, the way he blow that drum Mix the Louis with the Fendi, I be mix-matchin' (Yeah) The clip look longer than the Glock, they think the stick backwards I drop dirty at probation, I just piss Actavis (No cap) Used to trap right on the Horn, now I got six mansions Shoot the Chrome Heart off his hoodie, that's how he drip fashion (Leave him leakin') This bitch asked me was I broke? Oh, that's a trick question (Stupid ho) Put the Karo with the water, bitch, I mix classics (Skrrt)
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG] Gen5 Glock 19, thirty clip saggin' Amiri joggin' fit, dumb bitch, I hit licks in fashion Last nigga I popped up, I had on Big Bastard Oversized Virgil Abloh hoodie, this a big jacket Damn near three racks for the varsity with the big patches Jumped out with thirty clip, hawked him down, he kept zig-zaggin' Ran up on him, when he hit the ground, pushed his shit backwards Real lean plug, nigga, I could still get Acty Rubber band AP on thirty racks if a bitch askin' If you ever seen me run from a nigga, I shot the stick backwards Made dog shit off spittin' fire out my mouth, call me big dragon Oh, we was talkin' 'bout white buffs? Lou got six glasses Plug got five seals, eight quarter pints, and six glasses Ho tried to leave me, shot her car up and broke the bitch chassis Eight lines of Wock' in one cup, we sip molasses Drive the bitch car and get some head, damn, I'm finna crash it That gold 'Dweller fifty-six plain, think I'm finna grab it Thirty racks hangin' out my pocket, got me feelin' chatty My city small, nigga think he gettin' away, I can get the addy I don't really be fuckin' with the Percs, but I can get the Xannies My shooter got ADHD, he'll kill you for a script of Addys I was finna fuck my bitch mom, but I can hit the granny You ain't never had a glass pint of red, it came in a casket My fiend call me for a twenty stone, I came with a basket I'm takin' niggas' guns in the club, I came with a magnet
http://vevo.ly/IW6kEZLil Yachty - Stunt Double (Official Video) ft. Rio Da Yung OGlil boat2021-04-23 | Watch the official video for Lil Yachty Feat. Rio Da Yung OG "Stunt Double."
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Lil Yachty Feat. Rio Da Yung OG ""Stunt Double"" Lyrics
[Intro]
I gotta get me a crib out here in Detroit
(You do)
[Lil Yachty - Hook 1]
Put that teeny eeny beeny little watch away Somebody pass me a cup, feelin’ posh today Would’ve thought we wasn’t -, how my steppas had marched today This bitch don’t fuck me the same, think she gave her arch away Certified rack runner, I’m a stack doubler Used to fuck so many hoes, needed a stunt double Lock safe filled up with gold metals On a pegs while my brother used to push the pedal
[Lil Yachty - Verse 1]
That’s how we got around Used to clean up for my own food, we had to buss it down Now I buss a hundred pack (I do) Bitch fucked me so wack, I want my number back Slingin’ wood in her ass feelin’ like a lumberjack Got a - FN, guess what’s up under that (Thirty) She in love with my durag like Thundercat
[Lil Yachty - Hook 2]
Put that teeny eeny beeny little watch away Somebody pass me a cup, feelin’ posh today Would’ve thought we wasn’t -, how my steppas had marched today This bitch don’t fuck me the same, think she gave her arch away Certified rack runner, I’m a stack doubler Used to fuck so many hoes, needed a stunt double Lock safe filled up with gold metals On a pegs while my brother used to push the pedal
[Rio Da Yung Og - Verse 2]
When I was young used to drop shit, now I’m doin’ better My bitch know I’m half way rich, she let me do whateva’ I’ll hit you with twenty pounds if you moved in quicker I got a clip in the PLR longer than a school semester Me and Mikey slid on some niggas out a blue Tesla Dog took off runnin’ got away, but I let Scoob catch him What the fuck is that, a 36 DateJust? Every nigga in the clique got two watches, know they hate us
[Lil Yachty - Hook 3]
Put that teeny eeny beeny little watch away Somebody pass me a cup, feelin’ posh today Would’ve thought we wasn’t -, how my steppas had marched today This bitch don’t fuck me the same, think she gave her arch away Certified rack runner, I’m a stack doubler Used to fuck so many hoes, needed a stunt double Lock safe filled up with gold metals On a pegs while my brother used to push the pedal
#LilYachty #StuntDouble #MichiganBoyBoatLil Yachty Feat. Kodak Black - Hit Bout It (Official Video)lil boat2021-02-19 | Watch the official video for Lil Yachty & Kodak Black "Hit Bout It."
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Lil Yachty Feat. Kodak Black ""Hit Bout It"" Lyrics
[Lil Yachty]
Woke up feelin shiesty Gimmie Dat pussy nicely 100 thousand on a ice piece Finna fuck a pisces 50 hoes wanna be wifey That’s just too unlikely Pull up 6 deep just like the isleys Pick ya next move wisely They say talk is cheap but fuck that My convo pricey 200 racks in side that shoe box bitch it ain’t no nikes She think I’m finna trick I told her don’t get too excited Nigga touch one hair on my head them boys inciting riots I fuck her from the back and grip her neck she can’t keep quiet This big bad hood u said u from lookin might quiet I only eat my main bitch pussy I’m on strict diet My shooter lookin like a center homie 6’5 Could Kill me once could even kill me twice Shit I got six lives I’m thinkin movin to Africa to marry 6 wife’s I’m in New York we still several pole and seven big knives Might take his life for tellin several lies cant let shit fly Cus is we do he’ll tell the next guy And then it’s all bad Who said he could come around dis side wit out a hall pass I used to tweak postin 4’s a wock in side s wine glass These niggas burnt tryna pop xans for a bypass I’m see u niggas every single time like a eyelash This bitch said she like athletes I walked in with them thigh pads I’m paranoid I can’t hang out for long bitch ima nomad Christmas I had bought all steppers brand new door mats Inside the whip bright orange like the Lorax I’m built tough was made to be outside just like gortex I should make a song about Ferrari’s Ion do vetts My brother need a new tech My mama wanna new pet This niggas flip flop like every week they in a new set I know these niggas hate me cuz i run like a nuisance Too fly over niggas heads like a air vent Where I’m from it’s one way in and out like a camp tent
[Kodak Black]
Put a convertible on the block it look like lamborghini put a convertible on the glock it look like lamborghini i just told lil baby to bop before my girl see me Spend that lil stack, get niggaz whacked You better not look for pinky in & out the trap where i stay but i aint one sleepin I'm toatin a Sk for no reason all my ops are dead i got rubies on my teeth and plus my molly is red ima drop his ass soon as I see him it aint no discussion told her it aint nothin to get a bussdown if that pussy bussin all a sudden bitches love me cuz im gettin money Imma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of i was spendin bands before it was a trend from the ugly Always got revenge if i aint get my man i got his cuzzin they know i made my wood work hop out with a Oak haters poppin out the woodwork but they wanna prope im talkin straight gas n**** i want all the smoke i just told lil yachty to scoot over lemme drive the boat AR with the scope? Cause the cartier on this side you got a n**** yoke you dont like it we can hit bout it we can hit bout it yaaa we can hit bout it hittin the missionary she start yellin, tell her be quiet I'm with lil yachty, we got twin raris we dont fuck with n***** , you dont like it we can hit bout it we can hit bout it yaaa we can hit bout it i aint passin my reefer you dont like it we can hit bout it we can hit bout it yaaa we can hit bout i aint doin no features you dont like it we can hit bout it
#LilYachty #KodakBlack #HitBoutItLil Yachty - In My Stussys ft. Vince Staples (Official Video)lil boat2021-02-13 | Watch the official video for Lil Yachty & Vince Staples "In My Stussy's."
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Lil Yachty - In My Stussys ft. Vince Staples Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Lil Yachty] 10 times 10 I just got that on a sheet of paper I just pulled up all yellow like Vanilla Wafers tryna tell your bitch bout me but you can’t save her If it’s poppin frame pull up suit and tie like Craig Sager All my hoes on 10 moving ‘em out to Vegas just like the Raiders Rearrange his face think it’s sweet we gone handle it Fuck her from the back mess it up I’m gone damage it I don’t want to talk I want top and I need it We will not show up anywhere till we receive it She know I’m too fly she believe it And I’m on that jet kickin’ up getting Reeses Put a million cash in that safe for my nieces All we do is buy everytime don’t do leases $500,000 for my truck, Jesus
[Hook] I don’t break a sweat over pussy Lit up in this bitch can’t nobody overlook me My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me Brother in the trap but them Goldbergs Whoopie Everything slaps soft gold like a cookie And I’m outside $100,000 in my Stussys
[Verse 2 - Vince Staples] Bae with no ass shots Get yo ass shot tryna play On the back block he a mascot Everyday I’m a cash out I don’t brag bout what I got Peep the feds watch on you head top Oooh she thick like some dreadlocks She can gop gock I don’t dance but I pop lock Speaking go flock Go shot in the nigga crib Where you niggas live In the set with a 100 TECs but I’m innocent Lawyered up Big Gs hold ya cup Big dogs on a pup Drive bys buckle up Stop by when I want You niggas broke but thats ok with me Stay with me don’t play with me I can not make believe
[Hook] I don’t break a sweat over pussy Lit up in this bitch can’t nobody overlook me My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me Brother in the trap but them Goldbergs Whoopie Everything slaps soft gold like a cookie And I’m outside $100,000 in my Stussys
http://vevo.ly/lwdJ6NLil Yachty - Asshole ft. Oliver Tree (Official Video)lil boat2021-02-10 | Watch the official video for Lil Yachty & Oliver Tree "Asshole."
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[Chorus: Oliver Tree] Why you such an asshole? Why you gotta act up? Why you gotta try so hard every day, though? I don't fuck with you in that way, though Why you such an asshole?
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] You woke up on the wrong side of the bed Blamin' me for shit I didn't do, that's incorrect I'ma tippy-toe right out your life, you do me wrong Ain't finna keep puttin' up with all that disrespect You took the top off of the Rolls On the wind, fightin' sun, let your hair blow That's with me, before you had me, you was nothin' So why you actin' like it's beef when it's not, though? Bags I bought, the trunk we stuffed, you love it Understand no other man gon' love you Spoiled brat, you super spoiled Actin' like you came from oil You was broke before you met me I was broke before I had this Need to stop with all the madness Actin' like you got a damn chance
[Chorus: Oliver Tree & Lil Yachty] Why you such an asshole? (Oh, oh, Lil Boat) Why you gotta act up? Why you gotta try so hard every day, though? I don't fuck with you in that way, though Why you such an asshole?
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] A-S-S-H-O-L-E But if you go broke, don't you dare go call me I tried so hard just to make you love me Smile in my face when I know you're phony Play it so cool, but you got me anxious Skin like gold, but your heart so dangerous If I am not him, why don't you just tell me? Tried to pay for your love, but you just won't sell me Lost in love I shouldn't wanna chase you no more I can't really take it no more Honestly, your energy is poor Piss poor, piss poor It's like you don't care anymore How did I not notice this before?
[Chorus: Oliver Tree & Lil Yachty] Why you such an asshole? Why you gotta act up? Why you gotta try so hard every day, though? (Every day) I don't fuck with you in that way, though (No) Why you such an asshole?
http://vevo.ly/sEok2qLil Yachty - Pardon Me ft. Future, Mike WiLL Made-Itlil boat2020-08-11 | Watch the official video for Lil Yachty & Future's "Pardon Me."
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[Chorus: Future] Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (EarDrummers) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store (Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Barkin', I put that knife on your throat Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho Walk in designer, head down to the toe Name the strip club, I throw it
[Post-Chorus: Future] Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Feelin' like an igloo now Goons ready to hit you now
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty] (Boat) Bring the big F out the house Let them fuck niggas know who really get foul Four hundred thousand right now (Right now) Four hundred thousand on me right now (Yeah) Pull up on the scene, tryna hit it right now I wrap the Bentley in snow (Yeah) Pull up at the house, she waitin' outside, the lil' bitch is ready to go Got a Sig Sauer, it's brown like boot It's still my brother, that nigga the truth, nigga the truth Twenty-five thousand for eight of my teeth Three thousand dollars for each every tooth In too close, pull back the top, shoot out the roof (Brrt), go poof I'ma start puttin' these bitches on MARTA I'ma stop puttin' broke hoes on charters Brother too muddy, he been through too much If you standin' and talkin', might black out the water I was twenty years old with six different whips Perfect good health, but bought ten different scripts (Woo) Dawg, it's cheaper to boot her out When niggas be flexin', nah, this ain't the same Promise it's more for my shit plain Niggas ain't P's, be lookin' like change Don't you forget who showed you more Showed you the life and you thought it was strange Had the driver pick your ass up from LaGrange In a black Range, I forgot bad hoes could be lame
[Chorus: Future & Lil Yachty] Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (Hoo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (Hoo) Pardon me, I been actin' lil' poor (Hoo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor (Woo) Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, mix the Act' in the store Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' lean at the store
[Verse 2: Future] Pardon me, I'm 'bout to shit on this beat Pardon me, I just went crazy on a freak Pardon me, I cook that bon appétit Pardon me, I bought Chanel for ten G's Just for the pills and my syrup and my weed Pull out that Lam', I got somewhere to be I'm on that, she like Hit from the back and go deep and go I'm on that, she on that We on that, they on that Crocodile spillin' all over the burp Bought her a Birk', could've went bought a vert Sippin' on syrup got my cup turnin' purp' Pardon me, I got my side bitch on fleek Swiped out the AP and bought the Philippe Baguettes on her ankle, she walk so elite Flex double C's and she with them big B's Double my cup, man, I'm gone on that E VVS cut, she done turned to a freak Drivin' the Rolls and I came out on a key Play with that drum like I'm Tommy Lee Count up that money, I might just OD I took the opp, ride her free, charge a fee Me and Lil Yachty done caught us his thottie
[Chorus: Future] Pardon me, I been still actin' poor Pardon me, sippin' stain at the store Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Carbine sittin' on the seat and the floor Barkin', I put that knife on your throat Torture, I'ma set fire to that ho Walk in designer, head down to the toe Name the strip club, I throw it
[Post-Chorus: Future] Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T. Feelin' like an igloo now Goons ready to hit you now
Sipping the peach soda The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over Sipping the peach soda The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over Sipping the peach soda The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over Imma ride till the beat is over Two chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa And I move like the King Cobra Sliming them out dog I didn’t have to think it over
Sipping the peach soda The niggas inside they gone hide till the heat is over Imma ride till the beat is over Two chanel bags, same price as my mink sofa And I move like the King Cobra Sliming them out dog I didn’t have to think it over This lil bitch imma bend her over After I’m done called the gang, Imma send her over Im in tune with the UPS Waiting on packages, Kp gone do the rest Got some bitches in budapest Strapped with them K’s, they walk around wearing bullet vests
(OOUU) (FRRR)
I need you to do more, but speak less Youngins gone open (uh) Young’s gone open them up like some mucinex Gimme top baby keep the sex My dick get bigger when I see a money check Used to didn’t have 100 bands Now I’m outside with the gang doing the money dance Imma rush hour road runner Imma rush hour road runner, like Jackie Chan My big brother was beatings pans Lil brother psyched out, he might go shoot your mans
Sunday through sunday I got them bitches coming in on the runway Fuck with the fengshui Break a bitch back like the wood with a sensei Fold it up Nisei You wasn’t round at the gym back at Lin Lay
(Split)
Look I’m hated the most, I don’t give a damn I used to swipe for nun through the Skype Through the night i would eat on the grand slam Don’t be like me Imma meanie Still ridin dirty round town like a millionaire These niggas softer than Build-A-Bear Penthouse then make her eat with no silverware
Im crackin this bitch like some software I got her boyfriend on my crosshair He talking down, phewww go the sound I’m in New York, need a loft here Bitch Imma muhfuckin boss here No, aint no nigga soft here My niggas down, they came from the town Pheew, they let it off here Audemar Piguet, Ice me Where I be fuckin this Pisces She wanna beat up a wifey I like the Piguets, I like the emeralds Damn them shits look like a Icey If I’m school check out the IQ I make more guap then an IT
Shit, nah, whole time niggas hold shit down Yea, whole time niggas never lie niggas keep a hundred rounds Yea, home alone nigga run up on me do them like Macaulay Culkin 250 for the Bentley Coup I aint driving it yet Lot of my choices, dumb shit Cant pull up on the block on that dumb shit My niggas got red on they head Red on they head on some Trump shit Im swerving the bourbon down highland Swerving the whip on some drunk shit Im not a fighter at all But I stomp his head, wanted him dead Wont get offended my conscience These bitches hang round for the content It took me way out of context And youngin go blow like a suntext Live everywhere like some germex Just tell my nigga his turn next
Burn that shit down, (plooom) Bitch I’m a burnup Yall gotta earn that Don’t speak on no shit you don’t know about Before you speak on it go learn that Fareal, keeping that shit fareal Three own them two I should kill Ion even know how to feel
Nah, whole time niggas hold shit down Yea, whole time niggas never lie niggas keep a hundred rounds Yea, home alone nigga run up on me do them like Macaulay Culkin 250 for the Bentley Coup I aint driving leave it park it
http://vevo.ly/Fer2UoLil Yachty, Drake, & DaBaby - Oprahs Bank Account (Official Video) ft. Drakelil boat2020-03-09 | Watch the official video for Lil Yacthy & DaBaby Feat. Drake Oprah’s Bank Account.
[Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, Baby If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your momma house Overseas, I’ll fly you out Is he trickin? Do she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl, straight from the south
[Verse 1: Drake] Back home I know presi, I’m Obama I condone the drama I tongue down Madonna Do you need pajamas Staying the night, girl you promised it I hide in the cave like Osama did I’m blowing a bag in the diamond district You need me like dollars that are owed to you Money and me are the same, but I just don’t fold for you Run me your body, I’ll put a Range on the road for you I don’t know what you were told but I ain’t mad at you baby
[Chorus: Lil Yachty] If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your momma house Overseas, I’ll fly you out Is he trickin? Do she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl, straight from the south
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Is they mad that you fuck with me? Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? Is they mad that you not with them? Same hoes hating be in my DM Locking it down, locking it down, locking it down I want you I want them to know you’re my baby boo We still make it lit when ain’t nothing to do Every time we step out niggas look at you
[Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, Baby If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
[Verse 3: DaBaby] My bitch pull up looking like Oprah bank Take a pic with a bitch and she faint She look like a goddess but she ain’t no saint My bitch bout it bout it she need her a tank You know ain’t no limit on blue hundreds My bitch like a big bag of money this new money You gone make the bitch think that you love her Hold her hand right in front of you too public Take the lil nigga bitch he ain't do nothing Now his bitch going baby I’m baby She want me to stay I ain’t staying And I hope that these niggas don’t play I ain't playing Your Bitch looking good as Oprah bank account I’m the type to take a nigga hoe from him and take her out Keep the butt I’ll take the mouth
[Chorus: Lil Yachty] I ain't mad at 'em, Baby If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy Diamond in the rough You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out Fuck you in your momma house Overseas, I’ll fly you out Is he trickin? Do she really love me? Let's just find it out Baby, what's up with your mouth? City girl, straight from the south
I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I just wanna take you out You look as good as Oprah's bank account I ain't mad at 'em, Baby
Credits:
Special Thanks To LG DIRECTOR: JULIEN CHRISTIAN LUTZ CREATIVE DIRECTOR: LIL YACTHY
EP - POPP ROK: TAJ CRITCHOW EP - POPP ROK: J.LUTZ HEAD OF PRODUCTION: ADAM PALMER EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT: DEAN ROSEN PRODUCER: ADAM RODNESS
FOR CAPITOL RECORDS PRODUCER: KEVIN KLOECKER PRODUCER: EMMANUELLE CUNY VIDEO COMMISSIONER: KEVIN KLOECKER & EMMANUELLE CUNY
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: SAMY INAYEH EP – STEEL WOOL ENT: BRAD SIMPSON LINE PRODUCER – ATLANTA: CISCO NEWMAN PROD MANAGER – TORONTO: AMIR KARIMI PROD MANAGER – ATL: CARLA MICHELLE JOHNSON PROD COORDINATOR - TORONTO: SCOTT MCCUAIG PROD COORDINATOR – TORONTO: NATHAN BURLAND PROD COORDINATOR – ATL: ANDRÉS FELICIANO
POST PRODUCTION: EDITOR: RAJ RAMNAUTH (MARRIED TO GIANTS) ASSISTANT EDITOR: NICK YUMUL (MARRIED TO GIANTS) COLORIST: ROSLYN DI SISTO (DARLING VFX & COLOUR) COLOR ASSISTANT: KASSI BELLAMY (DARLING VFX & COLOUR) COLOR ASSISTANT: WILL CULVERWELL (DARLING VFX & COLOUR) FLAME ARTIST: LAUREN REMPEL (DARLING VFX & COLOUR) FLAME ARTIST: STEVE MCGREGGOR (DARLING VFX & COLOUR) VFX ASSISTANT: DANIEL CAMILLET...
http://vevo.ly/0cdH5dLil Yachty - 66 ft. Trippie Reddlil boat2018-08-16 | Watch The Official Music Video for "66" by Lil Yachty feat. Trippie Redd
Director - Drew Kirsch, Lil Yachty, Mihailo Andic DP - Kai Saul Producer - Kai Saul, Randy Marshall Editor & VFX - Glassface Video Commissioner - Kevin Kloecker
[Chorus: Lil Yachty] Racks up, racks up, pullin' out a Bentley truck Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt 14, 14, high school, servin' beans Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm 66
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Flexin' for these bands, finna pop out, ayy Boolin' on the block I got my Glock out, ayy I just pulled up in a Bentley All the hatred go right to your fuckin' kidney Flexin' bands, lil' nigga won't get a penny, yeah I'ma keep on runnin' it up, ayy I'ma keep on runnin' it up, fuckin' it up This choppa bustin' you up, ayy There you go, testin' your luck, dumb as fuck, yeah (ayy, ooh) Flexin' baby, pull up in a drop top Diamonds dancin' on me, baby hopscotch Bling blaow, shinin' fresh just like some Pop Rocks Fireworks, when I pull up to your block, pop
[Chorus: Lil Yachty] Racks up, racks up, pullin' out a Bentley truck Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt 14, 14, high school, servin' beans Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm 66 Racks up, racks up, pullin' out a Bentley truck Semi, semi, keep it tucked, bad bitch, bubble butt 14, 14, high school, servin' beans Dropped out, now I'm rich, flexin' 'til I'm 66
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty] Ayy, when my brother get out, told him ain't no block now Same bitches curbin' all up on my cock now Twenty bitches and they all comin' with me (skrrt, skrrt) Side by side, me and Trippie in the Bentley (skrrt, skrrt) And I bought it ain't no rentin' Baby girl I'm tryna fuck, why is you ventin'? In 2016, I got hotter than your skate team 2018, I need at least like eight rings
[Chorus: Lil Yachty] Racks up, racks up (gang, gang), pullin' out a Bentley truck (yeah) Semi, semi, keep it tucked (yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (woah) 14, 14, high school, servin' beans (beans) Dropped out, now I'm rich (yeah), flexin' 'til I'm 66 (yeah) Racks up, racks up (yeah), pullin' out a Bentley truck (skrrt) Semi, semi, keep it tucked (yeah), bad bitch, bubble butt (aight) 14, 14 (yeah), high school, servin' beans (beans) Dropped out, now I'm rich (yeah), flexin' 'til I'm 66