Yeat – How it go Lyrics

How it go

Yeat

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"How it go." - Yeat

Friday, 23 October 2026, 04:16 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 11

Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show
I just like to stack up these knots, look how it go
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick, that how it pole (Woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll (Woo)
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke (Woo)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We don't take life slow, we go God speed (Yeah)
They ask "How you know?", I'm where them gods be (Yeah)
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby (Yeah)
You said you tryna feel, then don't cross me
Yeah it cost me
Two million in cash, I'm flossy (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm bossy
I got fifty million cash, come and cost me (Yeah)
We made pussy do the dash, if he talk to me (We on the move)
No, no, I don't smoke no gas, I need perky please (Ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
How you geek? Bitch, I'm super geeked (I'm super geeked)
Yeah, that Rolls Royce sent me up, bitch, yeah, they on they knees (They on they knees)
Yeah, and they beggin', "Please", bitch
I'm ridin' in the Bentley with the leather seats (Whoa)
Yeah, they said that they're fresh, but they dress like me
Yeah, I know I been like this since I was seventeen
Whoa, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show
I just like to stack up these knots, look how it go
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick, that how it pole (Woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
I need you to throw it down with major channel flow
I just need to go, I just need a mob with the bag with the pole
Steppin' out in public with my ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ridin' in the Tonka, got the, yeah
Yeah, heard 'em got a wacked, got 'em wacked
And I heard that they won't play, they won't give game
All my diamonds extra big, them bitch won't taint
Ask me "What's at stake?", I told 'em "Flank"
Yeah, I been makin' money, move your head 'fore it get stained
Woah, you was tryna take my spot, that's not how it go
All my diamonds flawless, we on live before the show
I just like to stack up these knots, look how it go
Riding in a Cayenne with the blick, that how it pole (Woo)
Vroom-vroom-vroom-room, vroom, I heard it roar
I heard that he died, heard he dead, that's how it roll
They heard that I'm flying private jets, I know they broke
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha, bitch, your ass a joke
We don't take life slow, we go God speed (Yeah)
Your ass already know, I'm where them Gods be (Yeah)
Yeah, I keep stackin' bills like I'm Cosby (Yeah)
You said you tryna feel, this gon' cross me
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa

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