Yeat – U DONT KNOW LYFE Lyrics

U DONT KNOW LYFE

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"U DONT KNOW LYFE." - Yeat

Friday, 23 October 2026, 05:08 am

Album: LYFESTYLE

Track No: 06

You could say these diamonds are front row
We geek up for lyfe, but it's for fun though
Know you see these diamonds on the kid
Know you see these money comin' in
How'd you sell? How'd you sell? You was right there
New Chanel, we walk in we buyin' every pair
Cunt, diamonds on me cunt (Wet)
Watches on me cunt (Wet)
Diamonds on me cunt, they wet (Wet)
Oh they hype beasts, oh they, oh they pull-up, only rock Nikes
I got all these drugs
I got all these, I got all the drugs
I got all this love
I got all this love
Maybach just got out the shop took it back to my crib
Yeah, yeah, you could look at these lights just to see how I live
Yeah, you could see all the metal go inside of they head
Yeah, that's from all the bullets choppin' 'em up make 'em bled
I pull up rollercoaster when I chop on that X
Yeah, only time I go coast to coast be when I'm makin' a bag
We got 'em trippin' and slippin' up, they only got one leg
We had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
There's not a place you get hype, we put a bullet in yo' head
Every time that I'm gon' try, ended up leavin' 'em dead
Every time that I'm gone fly, pull up on my private jet
Balenci, Balenci shut the fuck up I'on listen what haters say
This the lyfestyle that you can't live to save your life
This what I'm on now, yeah, I'm makin' money on that
I don't, I don't need advices
All I do is my vices
G-wagon pull-up outside, yeah, Isis
Chop off you head if you don't fuck with the prices
Pull up with the Bentley, I'on fuck with what you said to me
I don't fuck with you, you would be better off dead to me
You could say these diamonds on front row
We geek up for lyfe, but it's for fun though
I know you see these diamonds on the kid
I know you see these money comin' in
How'd you sell? How'd you sell? You was right there
New Chanel, we walk in we buyin' every pair
Cunt, diamonds on me cunt (Wet)
Watches on me cunt (Wet)
Diamonds on me cunt, they wet (Wet)
Oh they hype beasts, oh they oh they pull-up, only rock Nikes
I got all these drugs
I got all these, I got all these drugs
I got all this love
I got all this love
Maybach just got out the shop took it back to my crib
Yeah, yeah, you could look at these lights just to see how I live
You could see all the metal go inside of they head
Yeah, that's from all the bullets choppin' 'em up make 'em bled
I pull up rollercoaster when I chop on that X
Yeah, only time I go coast to coast be when I'm makin' a bag
We got 'em trippin' and slippin' up, they only got one leg
We had to come back and nail on they head, nail on they head
There's not a place you can hide if we put a bill on yo' head
Every time that I'm gone try, ended up leavin' 'em dead
Every time that I'm gone fly, pull up on my private jet
Balenci, Balenci shut the fuck up I'on listen what haters say, yeah
You ain't know this lyfe, you ain't know this lyfe

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Javier Mercado, steven giron, Wyndham Srenaski & Ilya Shishkin.

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