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[intro: yeat & bnyx®]
came back from a fire ass song wit’ the drake
but that n_gga was zest, he was wet like the lake
he asked me “hey, yeat, what you do with the cake?” (huh)
(bnyx, huh, huh, yeah)

[verse 1: yeat]
talking ’bout “money for fun,” that was g_y
i ain’t with that g_y sh_t, i’m straight like my takes
two months ‘fore that lie, i count backwards to may
f_ck the b_tch, now all she wan’ do is lay
f_ck that b_tch once, now she all on my c_ck
i’m back wit’ lil uzi, and not like the glock
just bought a new car, the maybach got too hot
my next feature gon’ have you thinkin’ “a lot”

[pre_chorus: yeat & bnyx®]
one thing, one thing i thank you for, drizzy
that n_pass you gave me right after the track
i’m back wit’ lil uzi, and not like the glizzy
but he might shoot yo ass if you’re turnin’ yo back (back, back, back, back)
(i_i_i_i_i_i’m working on dying. back, yuh)

[chorus: yeat, lil uzi vert, & yeat & lil uzi vert]
bell
f_ck this rap game up, i used a spell
they say i sold my soul, so i’m going to h_ll
y’all n_ggas pc like windows, dell
oh, well
he f_cked my b_tch, i guess she’s worth a sell
too much fan letters up in my mail
i took over, give me a holy grail
oh, well
oh, well
oh, well
[post_chorus: yeat]
one thing, one thing i thank you for, drizzy
that n_pass you gave me right after the track
i’m back wit’ lil uzi, and not like the glizzy
but he might shoot yo ass if you’re turnin’ yo back (back, uh)
(back, yeah)

[bridge: yeat]
i f_ck the b_tch on an expensive ass yacht
she never f_cked wit’ a n_gga for that
she came and we ain’t even leave the dock
she came and i ain’t even put in the_

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
she came and i ain’t even put in the c_ck
she say “uzi daddy, f_ck me with that_”
i say, you know me, i just wanna rock
so we get to it, make this fancy bed_
then we broke it down, tetris breaking the blocks
’cause i ended up spinning ’round on the_
i come out dramatic, from outta the fog
i breathed that sh_t out, turned the weed into_
she groanin’ high pitched, like this b_tch tryna mock
i say, “baby, that door done better be locked.”

[outro: yeat & lil uzi vert]
y’all little rapper n_ggas need to think if y’all was black
if yeat was black (black, black)
huh, huh
yeah

- omar topic

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