Yeat & Kodak Black – BË QUIET Lyrics

BË QUIET

Yeat & Kodak Black

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"BË QUIET." - Yeat & Kodak Black

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:38 am

Album: LYFESTYLE

Track No: 08

Sniping shit, it's a lyfestyle
Gimme that back
King Tonk
I'm still high as shit
I'm still high, fly (Shit)
Way too rich
Lyfestylë
Off with what?
Off with ya head
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them
Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up
Oh, yo' luck up, oh, yo' time's up
I'm a billionaire member, I'm a geek star, remember?
I feel like I'm talking to deaf people the way I'm telling ya
Fuck all that lil' extra shit, you know the god Ba'al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley, all black
Fuck what you said, I'on want ya words, no, don't tell me
Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me
Did it by myself so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing
Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV
Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton
Now tell me you can't tell this custom
Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffing
See my dope, yeah, you cuffing
How high you tryna get?
****, ****, high as shit
I stay high as bees
I get fly as wings
I can hardly sleep
Everyday Halloween
I'on want weed, I'm on a bean
I'm a roller, not a stoner
Even rehab don't work
You can't even pay me to be sober
So fly, thought I could fly
Got so high, I'm tryna fly
Don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture
Yeah, eight Percs to the face, need a chauffeur
Thinking like, "How many can I take before I croak over?"
Bad bitch on her knees say she Lebanese
Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony
Tre 57 sport, Oakland Park, 'member me?
Paid me back same way I gave you that
Bitch, don't tell me shit
Way too rich
Lyfestylë
Off with what?
Tryna cut yo' head off
Yeah, diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them
Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up
Oh, yo' luck up, oh, yo' time's up
I'm a billionaire member, I'm a geek star, remember?
I feel like I'm talking to deaf people the way I'm telling ya
Fuck all that lil' extra shit, you know the god Ba'al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley, all black
Fuck what you said, I'on want ya words, no, don't tell me
Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me
Did it by myself so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing
Drop the ski, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Kodak Black, Pablo Alberto Sanchez, Gonçalo Brás, Aaron Raj Tanarasoo & Devokeyous Keyshawn Hamilton.

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