Yeat – 3G (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) Lyrics

Yeat (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

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"3G." - Yeat (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Monday, 26 October 2026, 09:07 am

Album: 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)

Track No: 24

Psycho
Yeah, yeah
I'm the first one that gon' turn up the mob
Fuckin' that bitch and her aunt, yeah (Huh?)
I got the motherfuckin' Glock on me, yeah
I got that 40 like what? Yeah (Glocky)
I don't even know of these ****, nuh-uh (Bop)
Mask on my face like I rob, yeah
****, they talkin' that shit, but nuh-uh (Shh)
None of these ****, they raw, uh
I done pulled up with a whole lot of guap
Pulled up, a whole lot of knots, yeah (Of my guap)
I done pulled up with a whole lot of thots
Most of these ****, they opps, uh
I don't even know why these ****, they opps
Most of these **** get popped, uh
That was for free and that shit was from me
That shit, it came with a dot, yeah
That shit, it came with a price, ooh
My neck, it came with some ice, ooh (Ice)
Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (Twice)
Fucked on your bitch, that was twice, uh (Twice)
I had to go outside
'Cause I felt like I was the only one out of space (Out of space, out of space, huh)
Where am I? (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, outer space (Oh, my God)
Yeah (What?), outer space (What? Yeah)
Yeah (Huh?), outer space (Oh, my God), yeah (What?)
Outer space, outer space (What? Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (Where am I?)
Outer space, outer space (Huh? Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (Woah)
Outer space, outer space (Huh? Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (Yeah)
Outer space, outer space (What?)
Outer space, outer space (Yeah, ayy)
Sheesh, fee, fee
I've been countin' racks ever since 3G (Racks)
Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (Yeah)
Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (What?)
My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it
Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (Yeah)
Takin' the molly, the better batch
That shit gon' hit you like hee-hee (What?)
I just pulled out the Lamb', yeah
I got a slatt like him, yeah
I'm on the side of the Benz
Don't put up with molly, I poured up this lean, yeah
I do this, yeah, huh, I do this, haha, yeah, yeah
I'm on the X, I be zooted, yeah (Uh)
I'm on the Perc', I be fooded, yeah
Hop out the four-door, I swerve, swerve (Woo)
I'm in the sky, I'm a bird, bird
My twizzy sliming, they birds, lurk (Bop)
Yeah, told her, "Let's get it" (Get it)
I've been up inside that Tonk', yeah
Who decided you could talk? Yeah
I been chillin' at the top, yeah
My wrist so heavy, it's a mop (Lil' moppy)
I just called up my lil' demon, he told me to take every Perc' 'til it's gone (Boot)
I just woke up, take a X for the boot up
Out my mind, bitch, I'm feeling like Buddha (Out my mind)
Blicky hammer, got to send me a photo (Baow)
Stilpane, pour the eight in my soda (Uh, uh)
I've been countin' racks ever since 3G
Stackin' them rackies up, stand like three feet (Racks)
Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee-hee (Yeah)
My boys, they trappin', they sellin' it
Hitting the block, it go hee-hee (Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (Huh? Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (What?)
Outer space, outer space (What? Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (Where am I?)
Outer space, outer space (Huh? Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (Woah)
Outer space, outer space (Huh? Oh, my God)
Outer space, outer space (Yeah)

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Symere Woods, Daniel Perez & Hunter Brown.

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