Yeat – Bëd Side Lyrics

Bëd Side

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"Bëd Side." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:40 am

Album: 4L

Track No: 18

I done poured a deuce inside my exotic pop
And took a Perc and took a X today
And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up
Like a truck like it hit you both ways
Cross the road, you look both ways, yeah
I took the Cayenne to the Westside
She like when I hit it, yeah-yeah, from the back side
All my diamonds flawless, yes, sir
Where you keep that Glock? The bed side
If you told me that she like it when I hit it from the left side
I guess a broken heart is a fresh wound
You're my baby, she a fresh womb
She that nut up, she chose to
Buy that bitch everything brand new
'Cause she just be doin' she's supposed to
They be copying swag like I said some
Diamonds all bloody red, yeah, yeah, like a red bottom or her period
How you turn into the issue?
You don't wanna listen to nothing I say, and every time I nut in my bae
When I nut on her face, shut up, nothing to say
Gotta take up like today, yeah
She wanna hit the Vivienne Westwood when I'm on Melrose
Spankin' that shit from the back and the side
She bent over, yeah, she touch her toes
Outside with these racks on me, outside but it's an inside day
I got Vivienne, we right here, oh, none of that shit matter anyway
Do it in any weather, do it in any state, give her with 'tween, give her with die
Racks got 'em doing what I say, take the bat out like a kid on a sunny day
I hate being rich, I ain't finna sing
I'ma do the same shit everyday
Everything he does never make mistakes
Used to eat the noodles, now I'm eating steak
Sexin', bitch, Nobu with my bae
I can't chase a bitch, bitch, I bank with chase
What expensive taste? She ain't getting paid
Dropping ten but making twenty everyday
Feeling like good dropping deuces in my lemonade
With a double cup from 7-Eleven
Ain't 'bout to get money, bitches really be my blessing
I can't feel the boy, you fake like a cartoon, you ain't really nothing
Bitch, I really woke up, took a Tesla
Then I took a Perc, I get to Elon Musking
More than half the bitches that you rap about
That, that you cap about really be musty
They told me to let the tarantulas out of the cage
And they can't even get in
Every time I went and doubled back, back
The assumption, I knew I was right there with 'em
Can't even go make a song with nobody
'Cause they don't wanna hop on and get embarrassed by me
Yeah, fuck the jakes fuck the law, fuck the twelve, fuck the world
My brother told me that the opp hood been playing me, but it's okay
Told him that I don't care about nothing, I could die now any day
And the fent Perc'll leave you smacked up like a truck hit you coming both ways
I took the Cayenne to the Westside
She like when I hit it, yeah-yeah, from the back side
All my diamonds flawless, yes, sir
Where you keep that Glock? The bed side
If she told me that she like it when I hit it from the left side
I guess a broken heart is a fresh wound
You're my baby, she a fresh womb
She drink that nut up, she chose to
Buy that bitch everything brand new
'Cause she just be doin' she's supposed to
They be copying swag like I said some
Diamonds all bloody red, yeah, yeah like a red bottom or her period
How that turn into the issue?
But you don't wanna listen to nothing I say and every time I nut in my bae
When I nut on her face, shut up, nothing to say
Gotta take up like today
She wanna hit the Vivienne Westwood when I'm on Melrose
Spankin' that shit from the back and the side
She bent over, yeah, she touch her toes

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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