Yeat – Tonka Lyrics

Tonka

Yeat

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"Tonka." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 12:23 am

Album: Alivë

Track No: 02

Bitch, I'm on that X, I'm out in space
8 a.m., I took another one, can't feel my face
Can't be in the stu with no thotties, yeah
Can't be in the stu with no Jakes
My money acrobat, I flip it twenty ways
A devil told me my time was tickin', I got like thirty days
Tell that boy where are my mama, tell me that was his grace
Pull up matte black, windows tinted, I can race
Way I make these hits and make this money, keep up the pace
Swerving, dodging, oppers, coppers
Pulled up in this matte black, chopper helicopter
I just called Izaya, I told him we flying private jets
If you my twizzy, you for lifer, my twizzy, my twin
I go in, you go crazy, it's just like it's 6 a.m.
I tried to quit them Percs with Kratom, but that ain't do me bad
Every song I got a new flow, they can't even steal that shit
Lil' bro made a hundred songs, they all sound same as shit
(Bonkers) Yeah, bonkers
I was in that wide-body, that Tonka truck, Tonkers
Can't even ask them why they not as fresh as us
Pulled up in that kitted-out lil' Bentley truck
I be so damn paranoid, I don't need nothin' next to me
It's 8 a.m., I'm makin' this hit, this shit a recipe
Yeah, I told my bitch I feel her, but I barely feel a thing
I told my bitch I see her, but I could barely see
I'm for real a geeker, I geek like every week
I ain't caught no sleep in days, I ain't had a break
I could ship you Za' and get you lows, or I could ship you shake
I'm high in the stu, I ain't go to sleep, so this a wakin' hit
Take these Percs, they blue like Sonic
Audemars with the baguettes on it
Take this ecstasy so I really had to go and stress on it
They said, "When you go up, just remember me, go put your bless on it"
I don't play no games no more, I'm not been played no chess on it
(Yeah, I can't make this up)
Bitch, I'm on that X, I'm out in space
8 a.m., I took another one, can't feel my face
Can't be in the stu with no thotties, yeah, can't be in the stu with no Jakes
My money acrobat, I flip it twenty ways
A devil told me my time was tickin', I got like thirty days
Tell that boy where are my mama, tell me that was his grace
Pull up matte black, windows tinted, I can race
Way I make these hits and make this money, keep up the pace
Swerving, dodging, oppers, coppers
Pulled up in this matte black, chopper helicopter
I just called Izaya, I told him we flying private jets
If you my twizzy, you for lifer, my twizzy, my twin

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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