Wat it feel lykë Lyrics By Yeat
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I—)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc', you 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I wanna flood my Red' like I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth
Heard you went back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, yeah
Tall money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the bank off-late
I can't even fuck with them same, they a motherfuckin' rat, they a motherfuckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a fuck what you say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read
I don't give a shit what you sayin', you a goddamn rat (Ayy)
Yeah, I like the coupe with the blick, but the bitch all black (Ayy)
Yeah, I got a blick with a tooth and it bite down back (Ayy)
(And I swerve in the coupe, paint the bitch all black, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, everything 'bout this shit come down to real life
Yeah, if you gon' pop that Perc', you 'bout that pill life
Yeah, I stack this money so high, had this shit lookin' real nice
Yeah, tell me what it feel like
I wanna flood my Red' like I went and flooded the coupe, yeah
I'm on the phone with my red eye, I couldn't even tell you the truth
Heard you went back like PEZ
I stack it up all ways, yeah
Tall money, big money, small money
I got the bitch out the bank off-late
I can't even fuck with them same, they a motherfuckin' rat, they a motherfuckin' fed
Why they all tryna be inside my business? I'm just tryna get me that bread
I don't give a fuck what you say, you a boy or a girl, you get left on read
You a goddamn rat, ayy
And the bitch all black, ayy
Bite down back, ayy
And I swerve in the coupe, paint the bitch all black, yeah, yeah, yeah
