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Performed By: Yeat
From Album: Afterlyfe
Written by: Noah Smith


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(Soloin)

(Yeah, yeah)
(Got a hitter on my left hand, my best friend, I'm gon fight for them)
(Back 'gain on the Percs again, it's like five a.m.)

Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, itch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen (beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it (with lead (ha)

Slatt, slatt (slatt)
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (skrrt)
I just pulled up and doubled the MAC (luh MAC)
I got bread on me, baby, it's fast (huh)
All of my brothers, they rich just to flex (luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next?
Told 'em I'm droppin an album, it's wraps
Wraps, yeah wraps, yeah

Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck (with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (ha)
Slatt (slatt)
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(Soloin)

(Yeah, yeah)
(Got a hitter on my left hand, my best friend, I'm gon fight for them)
(Back 'gain on the Percs again, it's like five a.m.)

Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, itch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in public, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen (beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it (with lead (ha)

Slatt, slatt (slatt)
In the Urus, they ridin', no Cat (skrrt)
I just pulled up and doubled the MAC (luh MAC)
I got bread on me, baby, it's fast (huh)
All of my brothers, they rich just to flex (luh flex)
All of my diamonds, my neck (luh neck)
Call up Lil Uzi, what's next?
Told 'em I'm droppin an album, it's wraps
Wraps, yeah wraps, yeah

Back 'gain, on the Percs again, bitch, I'm back up back on the thotty (woo)
I ain't ever trust a soul, bitch, you gotta back up (woo)
Ridin' round in the Lamb', I done did a chase from the cops (skrrt)
Every time they drop an album, all they music pancakin', flops
Yeah, f*ck a thot (yeah)
I got Gucci on my flip, Gucci on my flop (flop)
Big diamonds, I got big rocks
I got money comin' in, and it never stops (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic (uh-uh)
Poppin' out in pu(blic, then it flops
Dead people comin' through, yeah, in the (building
Yeah, they (wanna dance on the kid (yeah)
Rack (yeah)
Tom and Jerry, you a rat (yeah)
Yeah, can't f*ck (with the feds, it's said (huh, yeah)
I brought a bitch on a flat (huh, yeah)
I went and doubled the cred' (ha)
In the crib, it got fourteen beds (ha)
On the jet, I can stretch me my legs (ha)
Point the gun, and I'ma fill it with lead (ha)
Slatt (slatt)
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Writer: Noah Smith
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