Yeah Yeah
Lil Gotit, Future
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Codeine, molly help a nigga think, bitch Washin' off my diamonds in the sink (DMC global now, nigga) Hood baby, ain't shit sweet Bitch, I put you on the plate, my niggas gon' eat Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh) Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine) Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs) Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out) Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out) Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (ayy) Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Came out the gutter, get throat F*ck on your hoe 'cause she throwed (whoa, whoa) Sipping on lean, I'm getting throwed (sip, whoa) Try my best to overdose (whoa, whoa) Made three pills, get ghost Speedin' up my heart (speed up) Two-doors and four-doors Fill up my garage (whoa, whoa) Make these diamonds shining clear 'cause I know times was hard (I know) I just lifted an average one up, turned her to a star, yeah I took a trip to Mexico, my hustle took me far, yeah Pushin' up Marshmellow coupe now I feel like a god, yeah I went to space, had a coupe in the stars Man, I had to walk out in baguettes (whoa, whoa) I told my young niggas go real hard They came back with a new Presi' (whoa, whoa) How you came out these trenches? How gon' starve and then try to forget it (can't) Ran my Ms up, I'm counting it up, and I ain't sweat it, yeah Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh) Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine) Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs) Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out) Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out) Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out) Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Don't give a f*ck 'bout your fucks (Woo) Hood Baby do what he want (Hood Baby) I got hard for this ceilings ABG YSL goats (brr) No, I'm not generic, I got on baguettes and look how we shinin' Fake my death, Makaveli, I'm giving my life, my family won't tell it Suited and booted, we met up with all foreigns, no, you can't tell it I'm making two guns with a cool bun barrel like Belly With wifey, not pheasants She getting real mad, she actin' real jealous I want all that lettuce And to fit with that lettuce, my niggas gon' step it (Hood talk) Hold all the talk, I pulled on the curb where I keep me a bar We let that bitch, "Frrt," we pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes Walk down with 'Ks on our shoulder, lil' hater We headshot his shit, we ain't grazing In the booth getting top from an Asian (let's go) Wanna book a show, hit my agent Niggas ain't playin' with my inner GOAT Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh) Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine) Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs) Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out) Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out) Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out) Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa) Cartier watches, Skydweller the Rollie, shit, I pay a load Don dada, they shottin' they round with me I'm touring right on the road The money I pay for my watch, it came from the trap It came from the stove Yeah, you droppin' salt on me, I'm in LA with your hoe (oh-oh) Heard what y'all do on the real You livin' with your friends, oh-oh Yeah, they soak drip like sponge 'Cause my rockstar drip is up Balling like Pistons, nigga You still on your pivot, nigga On a dirtbike in the hood popping wheelies, nigga We slime as it gets Nah, ain't no dummy, yeah, I went legit Finally got diamonds and finally got rich Double-R truck when we landin' in Now made some money and family Blamin' for the talk, get knocked off I'm tryna feel the breeze Talking 'bout your top dog, know I eat Pedigree Yeah, yeah, slimeball Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa
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Written by: David James Morse, Devonte Cromartie, Nayvadius Wilburn, Raqhid Render, Semaja Zair Render
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