Yeat – 7 nightz Lyrics

7 nightz

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"7 nightz." - Yeat

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:58 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 09

I just been geeked up, bitch
Think about seven nights straight
I just been geeked up, bitch
It's been seven nights straight
I just been geeked up, bitch
I was sellin' money, makin' pounds
I don't do the talkin through the phone
Shh-shh-shh
I pull up with Glock, you hear that sound
Bang, bang, bang, bang
I got five million in each account, um
I was makin' money, you hear that sound
I'ma look like the bestest
Oh, it look like the bestest
Bitch, you slow like molasses
Gotta wear my glasses
Got them big ol' biddies, and big o' money
Yeah, bigger accounts and big ol' bounce
Get a big bouncey house, get a bitch that bounce
Make that motherfucka die
Make that motherfucka cry
Make that motherfucka slat
In a motherfuckin' eye
Bitch, it's fuck what you read
Is we livin' or dyin'?
Give a fuck what you said
I'm not hearin' none of that cryin'
In that Jeep, I was slidin' in my sleep
I was fightin' everybody, tryna take my fuckin' money to they bank
I've been fryin' all these fuckin' lames, all these fuckin' bands
How you turnt 'bout that fuckin' money you ain't never had?
Bad, I know you down bad
Know your pockets never been on fat
Know you broker than a school yard rat
Know you snitchin' on your friends to the cop
Know you paranoid as fuck, ain't you dyin' ain't you?
Only thing I cry to is the bag, the truth
When I'm forty-five, I will kill your forty-five, yeah
Comin' in my house, ain't nothin' changed, you finna die, bitch
Yes, I love my shawty, she my baby, she lick my privates
Every time I'm happy, I lay back and close my eyelids
I've been livin' on islands, I've been livin' on islands
Every drop, I'm 'bouta kill 'em with motherfuckin'
Every time I'm 'bouta hear from the sky
And then motherfuckas die, and then motherfuckas cry
And then motherfuckas lie, and then motherfuckas slide, and I tell 'em
I just been geeked up, bitch
Think about seven nights straight
I just been geeked up, bitch
It's been seven nights straight
I just been geeked up, bitch
I was sellin' money, makin' pounds
I don't do the talkin through the phone
Shh-shh-shh
I pull up with Glock, you hear that sound
Bang, bang, bang, bang
I got five million in each account, um
I was makin' money, you hear that sound
I'ma look like the bestest
Oh, it look like the bestest
Bitch, you slow like molasses
Gotta wear my glasses
Got them big ol' biddies, and big o' money, yeah
Yeah, big accounts and big ol' bounce
Get a big bouncey house, get a bitch that bounce
Make that motherfucka die
Make that motherfucka cry
Make that motherfucka slat
In a motherfuckin' eye
Bitch, it's fuck what you read
Is we livin' or dyin'?
Give a fuck what you said
I'm not hearin' none of that cryin'

Writer(s): Noah Smith & Andres Catellanos.

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