yeat – fyed up lyrics
[intro]
uh, whole lotta bands on me, bands on me b+tch
[?]
whole lotta [?] be talkin’ that sh+t
lets go!
[chorus]
when i walk in this b+tch with the gl!ck on my side with the diamonds on me imma fire up (err)
i just walked in this b+tch with the brand new balenci shoes on me the ones that won’t light up (err)
me and clibbo the greatest together forever the ones that we really know fyed up (err)
and you keep on askin’ me go do some sh+t for you yeah but you know my hands tied up (err)
fed up, yeah, we love our jeans with them rackies they fed up
fed up, yeah, i want my racks and she [?]
fed up, yeah, we bout to go to the top they gon’ let us
we in the airbnb with your lil’ baby girl and i know that her [?]
i’m ’bout to go put some rick on my fit just to drip a lil’ bit and you know [?]
we got them diamonds that [?] vvs stones [?] that b+tch she won’t let up
you know we back here lil’ sh+t with that money on me, i got hunnids on me, i got fifties on me, i got twenties on me, i got b+tches on me, and we still ride around with the bl!ckies on me
i said, “f+ck the police” (f+ck the police)
bouta get on her knees, uh
boy, yeah, we scammin’ for cheese, huh
you should try bankin’ with yeat, huh
i’m ’bout to diamond my t++th, huh
[?] wet like the beach, huh
they trying to get it like me, huh
i told you, “wait out and see” (err)
[verse]
i’m in la with the slays (yeah)
you better watch out your bae
we really doin’ sh+t different (different)
and i know everyone copy the wave (uh)
b+tch, yeah, you know that i’m ignorant (yeah)
you know i got none to say (shh)
b+tch, yeah, you know that i’m livin’ it (yeah)
you know we don’t got time to play (lets go)
[?]
you ain’t mean nothin’ to me (oh)
i’m in the trackhawk jeep (skrr)
[?] like free throw
molly on me [?] (yeah)
percies on me now no more weed (yeah)
all your music is weak (it’s ass)
i’m telling you, “we goin to sleep” (no)
i’ve been on oxy for weeks for real
they don’t even know how we geeked (lets go)
they’ve been lying about poppin’ them pills, boy, that sh+t so weak (it’s cap)
they don’t even have no racks for real +eal, they so cheap (uh)
we about to get this bread all day, on god, we [?]
[chorus]
when i walk in this b+tch with the gl!ck on my side with the diamonds on me imma fire up (err)
i just walked in this b+tch with the brand new balenci shoes on me the ones that won’t light up (err)
me and clibbo the greatest together forever the ones that we really know fyed up (err)
and you keep on askin’ me go do some sh+t for you yeah but you know my hands tied up (err)
fed up, yeah, we love our jeans with them rackies they fed up
fed up, yeah, i want my racks and she [?]
fed up, yeah, we bout to go to the top they gon’ let us
we in the airbnb with your lil’ baby girl and i know that her [?]
i’m ’bout to go put some rick on my fit just to drip a lil’ bit and you know [?]
we got them diamonds that [?] vvs stones [?] that b+tch she won’t let up
you know we back here lil’ sh+t with that money on me, i got hunnids on me, i got fifties on me, i got twenties on me, i got b+tches on me, and we still ride around with the bl!ckies on me
i said, “f+ck the police” (f+ck the police)
bouta get on her knees, uh
boy, yeah, we scammin’ for cheese, huh
you should try bankin’ with yeat, huh
i’m ’bout to diamond my t++th, huh
[?] wet like the beach, huh
they trying to get it like me, huh
i told you, “wait out and see”
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