Yeat – No morë talk Lyrics

No morë talk

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"No morë talk." - Yeat

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 06:21 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 01

I-I—
I-I—
I-I-I'm working on dying
BNYX
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (Yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest twins, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, it put 'em in a trance (I-I'm—)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherfuckin' buildin' (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherfuckin' money in this buildin' (Shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Hell yeah"
Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Scat, I said, "Hell yeah"
Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Urus (Oh-oh), I said, "Hell yeah"
Pullin' up in a 300 S, make it, hell yeah (I-I—)
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' body, I said, "Hell yeah"
Where you think I got this fuckin' money? I said, "Hell yeah"
All this fuckin' money, brand new, you could smell it
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Yeah)
All the fuckin' money in the world still not enough, yeah (Yeah)
All this fuckin' cash I went and spent, I still went bought it (Yeah)
Santa Claus, yeah, my bitches bad, bitches naughty (Yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (Oh, yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it, spittin' that motherfuckin' clean it up
Swervin' then dippin', I'm yanking that bitch to the side, that motherfucker eat it up
I give a fuck what they sayin', they motherfuckin' rats, they feds, I heard enough (Shh, shh, shh, shh)
Shut up
Shut up, shut up bitch, yeah, heard enough
All of these motherfuckers feds, they motherfuckin' snitchin', motherfuckin' slurrin' up
Heard that they wanna come beef with the kid, and they bodies be spillin', be turnin' up
I just be wantin' to be geeked in a middle of the sky, the private jet, it not enough (Yeah)
Wait, I counted it up, but it's not addin' up (No)
Somebody motherfuckin' lyin'? Then somebody dyin', it's already sad enough
Half of these motherfuckin' rappers copyin' my swag, I'm done playin' dad and son
I'm already up into space, these motherfuckers done 'cause I already done enough (I-I'm—)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ridin' with my demons, I can't take nothin' back
Yeah (Yeah)
Riding with my demons, they my deadliest twins, ah
Money make 'em do 'em something, it put 'em in a trance (I-I'm—)
Whole lot of mud inside this motherfuckin' buildin' (Yeah, yeah)
Whole lot of motherfuckin' money in this buildin' (Shh, shh-shh-shh, yeah)
All my demons call me, yeah, they call me, I said, "Hell yeah"
Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Scat, I said, "Hell yeah"
Ridin' in this motherfuckin' Urus (Oh-oh), I said, "Hell yeah"
Pullin' up in a 300 S, make it, hell yeah (I-I—)
Diamonds on my motherfuckin' body, I said, "Hell yeah"
Where you think I got this fuckin' money? I said, "Hell yeah"
All this fuckin' money, brand new, you could smell it
All white Margielly-elly on me, I'm a yeti (Yeah)
All the fuckin' money in the world still not enough, yeah (Yeah)
All this fuckin' cash I went and spent, I still went bought it (Yeah)
Santa Claus, yeah, my bitches bad, bitches naughty (Yeah)
I'm on this yacht full time, you got it one day (Yeah)
Don't get it confused, I'm runnin' my blues up
Hoppin' inside of the Bentley, then whippin' it, spittin' that motherfuckin' clean it up
Swervin' then dippin', I'm yanking that bitch to the side, then motherfucker eat it up
I give a fuck what they sayin', they motherfuckin' rats, they feds, I heard enough
Shut up
Yeah
Yeah
I-I—

Writer(s): Noah Smith & Benjamin Saint Fort.

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