lil yachty - up next 3 lyrics
[intro: lil yachty]
aye, chris fresh, lil boat, chris fresh, lil boat
yeah and i’m tired of all you p-ssy -ss n-gg-s hatin’ on boat cause y’all see that n-gg- shinin’
y’all see that n-gg- stuntin’
y’all see that n-gg- up next n-gg-
f-ck y’all n-gg-s, uh
[verse 1: lil yachty]
b-tch i’m the realest you’ve ever seen
and my new b-tch, she a model from africa
any fine b-tch with an -ss, i’m goin’ after ya
22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bag
p-ssy n-gg- got behind the wheel and tried to race lil boat, well that’s a cruise for a wreck
stay with the tec, gotta check on my neck
i need eight for a show
buzzin’ like dolph with the blow
f-ck you p-ss-es b-tch i still bein’ ricky with you
wanna cookie cause you got connect?
n-gg- play hookie when they see it’s boat time
ice on my wrist got you thinkin’ it’s cold time
duck or that b-tch make you lean on your shoulder
shoot for my views now you thinkin’ it’s over
skrt-skrt that rover i spent a whole six up in dota
margiela my collar, i look like my father
why g even bother? i’m rich so i’m better
26 sh-t, i dropped it on my sweater
just cause it’s real leather, versace my feathers
king sized set with the pillows
d-ck in her p-ssy, she call me her hero
d-ck in her mouth like a motherf-ckin’ churro
nut so fat like a f-ckin’ burrito
shout out to ketie her p-ssy my sweetie
i lick it then stick it then kick it right on ’em
then kick it right on to my brother
never f-ck none of these hoes without rubbers
b-tch i’m so fly i can float on a cover
now i see why you mad — cause i made it over night
and your b-tch love boat, now i see you wanna fight
and i just cannot help it because she think that i’m right
and she don’t like you cause your music not excitin’
[interlude: g herbo]
aye, lil boat, qc, what up?
150 dt, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, aye
[verse 2: g herbo]
b-tch it’s g herbo, swervin’ so much
watch them start callin’ me swervo
in the m6 two door drop with the turbo
engine from russia, my balmains from (?)
my lil ho from merlow
killas like milo
come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows
still ride with glocks and them chops over lanos
splat out them sh-lls and you duckin’ your taco and come back tomorrow
mrs. light copper, rollie or beam, my bracelet that tahoe
riding an ace in a wraith through chicago
remember i used to rock echo and pac on that balmain where i go
blood full of pasta
remember i used to get free bands like rocka
got a white b-tch snortin’ lines, they el chapo
loadin’ up 30’s and coutin’ up guap’ll get top in my auto
oops i mean mobile, on the way home to my house in herbo hills
remember them nights i was servin’ with no deals
lil bro -ss lurkin’, he gon’ kill, rollin’ off four pills
my life is so trill, i made a name off my bud like i’m o’neal
get face to face with them cops and i don’t squeal
snitch to the b-tch but he went and did more years
n-gg-s a whole steal
wake up, get more bills
rich with my squad in chiraq like i’m bo deal
while in miami we ridin’ on four wheels
500 deep, got the ops hidin’ for years
pop down, go trill
glock color o’neal
know what i mean, b-tches (?) steal
ridin’, we lurkin’, you better keep your steal
you gotta be ready to use it in broad day
you know little bro will
[outro: g herbo]
ay, g herbo 150 dream team, b-tch, shout out coach
lil boat what up
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