lil yachty - a&m lyrics
[intro]
(south side bank global)
yeah, mhm (woo), mhm (woo), mhm (woo), yeah
[verse 1]
im out of chamber, build up a whole lot of anger
hop out that whip with that brand new lil banga’
aim at the opp, i don’t aim in the air
i don’t post pics of no guns on the net
cause’ that sh+t ain’t cool, that sh+t ain’t no flex
that got me pressed, i’m hot and i’m p+ssed
i drop a four in the two of the mist
i need a sprite, so i did what i did
five in the mornin’, she eatin’ my kids
can’t come to my house, we rent out the ritz
i book her a flight, cause she off the sh+ts
i know that it’s lit, she lovin’ my wrist
n+ggas be p+ssy, i’m really the wiz, mhm
[chorus]
blast off, she want tim
text his b+tch, go to a&m
ridin’ round’ drivin’ ten and two
tote a stick till’ i’m fifty+two
new whip, paint it baby bluе
six carrot rings, just for you
free my n+ggas locked up in that shoe
break еm’ out, no tellin’ what they’d do
made a million, no pen no pad
tote the rock like i’m dameon dash
take em’ out, tryna take my stash
on the whip, red ferrari like the old school flash
n+ggas mouth ridin’, comin’ in last
d+ck suckin’, they can kiss my ass
[verse 2]
stay out the mix
diamonds they shine like a flair
walkin’ around like the old school rick
n+ggas tryna’ study my pics
my sunroof panoramic
might paint a mirror on my low+key b+tch (slatt)
yeah, yes, oh, yes, slatt, yes, huh, i got a lot to live for (mmm)
baby glock tucked in the steel toe (brrrd)
geekin’, she might do the heel+toe (mm mm)
i spend a check with my real bros (yes)
i ain’t ever missed no meals, no (no)
wrist in the air, complete field goals
[chorus]
blast off, she want tim (yeahhh)
text his b+tch, go to a&m (up)
ridin’ round’ drivin’ ten and two (two)
tote a stick till’ i’m fifty+two (brrd)
new whip, paint it baby blue
six carrot rings, just for you (mhm)
free my n+ggas locked up in that shoe
break em’ out, no tellin’ what they’d do (v+vs, mhm)
made a million, no pen no pad (slatt)
tote the rock like i’m dameon dash
take em’ out, tryna take my stash (mhm)
on the whip, red ferrari like the old school flash (skrt)
n+ggas mouth ridin’, comin’ in last
d+ck suckin’, they can kiss my ass
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