Yeat – Bad bënd / DëMON Lyrics

Bad bënd / DëMON

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"Bad bënd / DëMON." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:31 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 15

I'm on a bend like, "Wassup?"
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man, and this shit don't stop
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc', man, man, this shit don't pop (Percocet)
I drop a big album, every time I do, and shit don't flop (That shit be floppin')
Yeah, do this all the time (Wah)
Demons on my line (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
I got money, I got money all the time
I don't give fucks, I'm sayin', so I do this all the time, huh
I do whatever I want, huh, I do whatever I want, yeah
'Bout to go back to back, bitch, album like every damn month, huh
I got a slime of the month, huh
It's 'bout that time of the month, yeah
I felt like makin' a beat, bitch so I make me this beat
We finna get you deceased (Tch)
We finna call up the fleet (Bah)
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage
Uh, hit him, "Bye-bye", on his feet
Now they only walk in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack', walk on my feet
I'm gonna walk on the beat
I'm 'bout to turn up the sheep
I got demons on my mind, demons on my line
Every song I call him on my phone, I know he lyin'
You don't know the song, so I told you every time
And you know I'm ballin', had to score, you know that's fine
I'm in that slime time with that GLE Tonka, that big body rip out the curb, and it's swerving a
I ain't never heard no shit from a pussy, lil' bitch, you best know that I heard enough
Pull up with Glocks and we shoot his ass up, he gon' die, we gon' fry and muh'fuckin' burn him up
I made a mil' every day of this month and, lil' bitch, you know that I'm rich, that's what you heard of, yeah
Do this all the time
Demons on my line (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
I got money, I got money all the time
I don't give fucks, so I just wanna do this all the time
I'm on a bend like, "Wassup?"
I'm on a bad bend on these pills, man, and this shit don't stop
I pop a pill man, pop a Perc', man, man, this shit don't pop (Percocet)
I drop a big album, every time I do, and shit don't flop (That shit don't be floppin')
I do whatever I want, huh, I do whatever I want, yeah
'Bout to go back to back, bitch, album like every damn month, huh
I got a slime of the month, huh
It's 'bout that time of the month, yeah
I felt like makin' a beat, bitch, so I make me this beat
We finna get you deceased (Tch)
We finna call up the fleet (Bah)
Shoot his ass up, it's a scrimmage
Hit him, "Bye-bye", on his feet
Now they only walk in they sleep, huh
Michael Jack', walk on my feet
I'm gonna walk on the beat
I'm 'bout to turn up the sheep
I got demons on my mind, demons on my line
Every song I call him on my phone, I know he lyin'
You don't know the song, so I told you every time
And you know I'm ballin', had to score, you know that's fine

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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