Yeat – ELIMINATË Lyrics

ELIMINATË

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"ELIMINATË." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 04:56 am

Album: LYFESTYLE

Track No: 15

I'm king soldier
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate
Yeah, diamonds, illuminate
Yeah, lights, illuminate
Yeah, kill you, eliminate
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
No, I don't need me a map
No, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah, I know where I'm at
Oh you tryna take my sauce from me
Gotta give that back
Oh you tryna learn how to make this bread
You gotta take my class
We even got them bands
We even got them clamped
You tryna do what you can’t do
You tryna be who you can’t
Mason Margiela, spaceman got new leather
Yeah, new chain from Moss
Yeah, don't touch my bezel
Please, don't touch my diamonds
Bitch, don't touch my gun
Bitch, don't test yo' luck
We gone kill for fun
Yeah, we gon' kill for fun
All you gotta do is pull out a gun
We got 172 on 1
195 on the run
Look how I play both sides
Look how I slip on tires
Look how I kill bold lies
Look me in the eyes
Walk in Saint Laurent
Walked in on these diamonds, I done fucked up another knot
We dogs, yeah, we mutts
Caveman as it come
We make lots of money
We make girls come
We geek up for fun
Geek up, hit my blunt
I heard you is a bitch, eh, it's yo' time to munt
No time at all, they trippin' out like Tramadol
Residue like gun powder, I'm bomb making
I was broke, I had this shit
I knew I had this shit
Go talk to majesty
He died, it's tragedy
Caught ballin', like Major League
Yeah, I got two hundred fucking guns, you ain't matching me, yeah
You ain't matching me, yeah
You ain’t passing me
I know you dream about me when you awake and when you asleep
I’m riding, I’m ducked off
I’m ducked off
Yeah, hole in one, now we putt-putt golf
Bitch, it's time and time again
It’s time to slime again
It's time to come back at the top and show 'em how we win
Fuck off of me now
I'm king soldier
Illuminate, illuminate, illuminate
Yeah, diamonds, illuminate
Yeah, lights, illuminate
Yeah, kill you, eliminate
Squeeze that money, lemonade
Yo' money don't make no sense
When you done, can you pull up my pants?
They bitches, just look at they cramps
No, I don't need me a map
No, I don't need me a light
Bitch, yeah I know where I'm at
Oh you tryna take my sauce from me
Gotta give that back
Oh you tryna learn how to make this bread
You gotta take my class
We even got them bands
We even got them clamped
You tryna do what you can't do
You tryna be who you can't
Mason Margiela, spaceman got new leather
Yeah, new chain from Moss
Yeah, don't touch my bezel

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, Spencer Mott, Juan Alvarado & Rafe Nelson.

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