Yeat – Bëttr 0ff Lyrics

Yeat – Bëttr 0ff Lyrics
Bëttr 0ff
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    "Bëttr 0ff." - Yeat

    Album: AftërLyfe
    Track No: 03
    Yeah (Ooh)
    Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah
    Back in the day, I was broke as they come, yeah
    Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
    Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah
    When you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun)
    When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the s—)
    Up on the sofa, catchin' dome
    I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck
    Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (Yeah)
    I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (Yeah, yeah)
    I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it"
    Yeah, fuck what you said, you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy
    I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I been collectin' them bucks
    I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
    I don't give a fuck, that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
    All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (The bust)
    Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (Oh, yeah)
    I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin' (Lil' bitch)
    I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce, got the umbrella for rain (Skrrt)
    Bitch, it's a wonderful day, swervin' and dabbin', don't make no mistakes
    Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
    I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay (No, no, no, no)
    Didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (Yeah)
    Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leavin' this Earth, yeah, ah (Yeah)
    They told me, "Get back," bitch, the bills for the birds (Brrr)
    And fuck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (Die)
    No, don't you get it? I'm pushin' my limits, ah (Pushin' my limits)
    I'm squeezin' that bitch just like squeezin' some lemons, ah (Just like I'm squeezin' some lemons)
    Fuck what you said, bitch, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah
    Back in the day, I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah
    Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dabbin', that bitch in my business
    Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, they motherfuckin' listen to me
    'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot
    I got them 'Woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back, get them racks in the bag
    I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot 'em, go, "Doo-doo-doo-doo," and they dead
    I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again
    Bitch, it's fuck what you said, and it's fuck what you read, I don't give no fucks, bitch, you better off dead
    Leave 'em so slimy like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read
    Yeah (Ooh)
    Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah
    Back in the day, I was broke as they come, yeah
    Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah
    Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah
    Yeah, when you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun)
    When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the s—)
    Up on the sofa, catchin' dome
    I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck
    Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it
    I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (Yeah, yeah)
    I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it"
    Yeah, fuck what you said, you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy
    I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I been collectin' them bucks
    I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
    I don't give a fuck, that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
    All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (The bust)
    Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (Oh, yeah)
    I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin' (Lil' bitch)
    I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce, got the umbrella for rain (Skrrt)
    Bitch, it's a wonderful day, swervin' and dabbin', don't make no mistakes
    Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
    I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay (No, no, no, no)

    Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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