Letra de BË QUIET - Yeat

Snipin' shit (Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam), yeah, it's a lifestyle

Ooh, ooh (Fuck, fuck, give me that back), fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (King Tonk')

I'm still high as shit, (I'm still high as shit)

I'm still high (I'm still high), I'm still— (Fly), shit

Way too rich, LYFESTYLE

Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah)

Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah

Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh

Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh

Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them, huh

Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh

Oh, yo' luck up? Oh, yo' time's up? Yeah, woo, huh

I'm a billionaire, 'member, huh? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember

I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' ya

Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God back

Pull up, Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black, ah

Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me

Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha)

Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Ooh, ahh)

Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', ah

Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV (This ain't LV)

Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton

Now tell me you can't tell this custom (Give me that back)

Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin' (I'm still high as shit)

See my dope, yeah, you cuffin' (I'm still high)

How high you still tryna get nigga? (I'm still— fly, nigga high as shit)

I stay high as bees (Don't I?)

I get fly like wings (Don't I?)

I can hardly sleep (Hardly)

Every day Halloween

I don't want weed, I'm on a bean

I'm a roller, not a stoner

Even rehab gon' hurt

You can't even pay me to be sober

So fly, thought I could fly

Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (Yeah)

Eight Percs to the face, need a chauffeur

Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?"

Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese

Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony

Tre 57 sport, Oakland Park, 'member me?

Pay me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't Zelle me shit

Way too rich, LYFESTYLE

Off with what? Tryna cut yo' head off (Head, yeah)

Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah

Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh

Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh

Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them, huh

Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh (Fucked up)

Oh, yo' luck up? Oh, yo' time's up? Yeah, woo, huh

I'm a billionaire, 'member, huh? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember

I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' ya

Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God back

Pull up, Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black, ah

Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me

Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha)

Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Ooh, ahh)

Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', hah

Drop the ski, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black

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