Yeat – Rav3 p4rty (feat. Kranky Kranky) Lyrics

Rav3 p4rty

Yeat (feat. Kranky Kranky)

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"Rav3 p4rty." - Yeat (feat. Kranky Kranky)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 02:51 am

Album: AftërLyfe

Track No: 04

(Dulio, 力を貸して) Yeah, yeah (Ooh)
Yeah (Yeah, ooh-ooh, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a Lamb' and that bitch 'bout to slam, that bitch 'bout to flam, that bitch 'bout to fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got a big body truck, got a big body truck, don't give a fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a rave party, we keep all the juice, got Molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Flyer than everyone, bitch, you can't fuck with the gang, no, you cannot fuck with us
Rippin' the curb up the bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in the Tonka, uh (Hey)
I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh Chonka (Luh Chonka)
Don't give no fucks, uh, luh Chonka (Yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
Fill him with lean, make him slumber
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?
I don't give a fuck what you said (Nah), delete my number (What? dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, I'm on the edge
Yeah, I'm on the edge
Yeah, I'm on the edge
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Poppin' the X, yeah
It's time to flex
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the tech's
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (Bwah, bwah)
Feel like Osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow
Pull up at shows, yeah, pull up at my show, I'm golden
I'm not from London, bitch, I'm not your average bloke (Whoa)
No average shows, no average hoes
Nothin' on me is average (No)
We don't do average jokes (Huh)
To half of these kids, I'm really they dad
I already had the results
You can't even handle this shit (Huh)
Your life a joke, you better grab you some rope
This murder she wrote, flam big, never gets old, do what you supposed
Playin' your role, you is a ho, I let y'all know we stick to the code
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, hey)
I just pulled up in a Lamb' and that bitch 'bout to slam, that bitch 'bout to flam, that bitch 'bout to fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, what?)
Big body sittin' outside, got a big body truck, got a big body truck, don't give a fuck (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, what?)
This a rave party, we keep all the juice, got Molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
Flyer than everyone, bitch, you can't fuck with the gang, no, you cannot fuck with us
Rippin' the curb up the bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in that bitch, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve on the tank, uh (Swerve)
I put the swerve in the Tonka, uh (Hey)
I put the swerve on everyone's head, bitch, we gon' pull up, luh Chonka (Luh Chonka)
Don't give no fucks, uh, luh Chonka (Yeah)
I got racks, bitch, don't pay me what you wanna
Fill him with lean, make him slumber
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck what you said (Nah), delete my number (D-d-dulio, 力を貸して)
Yeah, I'm on the edge
Yeah, I'm on the edge
Yeah, I'm on the edge
Yeah, I'm on the edge, yeah
Poppin' the X, yeah
It's time to flex (Twenty-four seven)
I'm on they necks, yeah, sprayin' the tech's
Yeah, I'm on they necks, got a couple of sticks, got a couple of blicks (Bwah, bwah)
Feel like Osama, this shit 'bout to stick, this shit 'bout to blow
Pull up at shows, yeah, pull up at my show, I'm golden
I'm not from London, bitch, I'm not your average bloke (Whoa)

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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