Yeat – Kant dië Lyrics

Kant dië

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"Kant dië." - Yeat

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:05 am

Album: 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)

Track No: 16

I been shittin' on them all day, I stink (Oh)
Yeah, I rock Chane'-ne', Double C, wear that bitch got tint (Oh)
Couldn't decide if I wanna get wet, I wanna get splished (Oh)
I rock a big Rollie face on me, you can get splished, yeah (Oh)
I just been pullin' up, shittin' on them all day, I stink (Oh)
Yeah, I rock Chane'-ne', Double C, wear that bitch got tint (Yeah)
Couldn't decide if I wanna get wet, I wanna get splished
I rock a big Rollie face on me, you can get splished, yeah
You can get ran, uh, uh, you can get splished, uh, uh
Couldn't decide if I put on the jacket or I put on the Ricks (Yeah)
Couldn't decide if I bought me the jet or I bought me the flip (Yeah)
I don't even know nobody at all, nobody exists (Uh-huh)
I'm in the Hellcat burning up, she gon' bite her lip (Uh-huh)
And she gon' bite on me all day, she gon' bite my tip (Uh-huh), yeah
You could meet every one of my diamonds, they all chill (Uh-huh)
I just pulled off in a GLE, bitch, I'ma park this shit up right on the curb
I can't even fuck with no penny-pinching bitch, it get on my nerve
Pulled up inside of the Lamb', made that bitch turn, made that bitch swerve
I just been clutchin' my Glock, get nervous
Who was the first ones rockin' that turb'?
Who was the first one to do this shit first?
If you get popped, then my shit gon' be worried
I'm finna shag that bitch, I'm finna scurve
I'm finna bust me a nut in her hair
All of my diamonds, they may see me flirt
Pull up, pull up, creepin', yeah, we lurk, yeah
Spend a motherfucking bag on merch
Every time I'm in the store, I purchase
I can't ever get off fuckin' Percs
Every day, I leave the fucking Earth (Huh)
Least I'm being fucking real with you
Sometimes the truth hurt, yeah
Told my dawg I'll split a meal with you
All my twizzies come first, yeah
Told you that I keep it real with you
How the hell you made it worse? Yeah
How the hell you turn your back on us?
How the hell you stealing Percs, dawg?
I been shittin' on them all day, I stink (Oh)
Yeah, I rock Chane'-ne', Double C, wear that bitch got tint (Oh)
Couldn't decide if I wanna get wet, I wanna get splished (Oh)
I rock a big Rollie face on me, you can get splished, yeah (Oh)
I just been pullin' up, shittin' on them all day, I stink (Oh)
Yeah, I rock Chane'-ne', Double C, wear that bitch got tint (Yeah)
Couldn't decide if I wanna get wet, I wanna get splished
I rock a big Rollie face on me, you can get splished, yeah
You can get ran, uh, uh, you can get splished, uh, uh
Couldn't decide if I put on the jacket or I put on the Ricks (Yeah)
Couldn't decide if I bought me the jet or I bought me the flip (Yeah)
I don't even know nobody at all, nobody exists (Uh-huh)
I'm in the Hellcat burning up, she gon' bite her lip (Uh-huh)
And she gon' bite on me all day, she gon' bite my tip (Uh-huh), yeah
You could meet every one of my diamonds, they all chill (Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Oh)

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Jammarius Hill & Collen Franken.

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