Yeat – Ya Ya Lyrics

Ya Ya

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"Ya Ya." - Yeat

Friday, 23 October 2026, 08:58 pm

Album: Up 2 Më

Track No: 10

Ooh, ya
Racks on the table, yeah, racks on the yacht
Ooh, ya
Yeah, this syrup not no maple, bitch, I'm sippin' on that Wock', yeah
They asked if I want diamonds, I said, "Ya-ya"
They asked if I make money, I said, "Ya-ya"
She just asked me, "What these diamonds is?" I said, "A yacht, yacht"
They asked, "How many square feet in your house?" I said, "A lot, lot"
I just went and bought the Urus then I took it off the lot
I ain't try yet, I ain't give nothing that I got
Yeah, don't try me, bitch, I swear to God
Finna touch a mill' then open the world's first lean bar
(Man, what the fuck?)
Yeah, bitch, I'm on the drugs, that's what we on
I had to take a break from X, I feel it in my heart
But I had to walk 'round before I had a car
If I don't slow down, I won't make it far
If you push me to the edge, I'm jumpin' extra far
New Amiri jeans, when I ask what you want, bitch say a million things
I just bought the AP, bitch, I got a million sinks
Flush all my diamonds down the toilet, bitch, they flawless rings
Yeah, I woke up on the Perc', man, I took a bean
Yeah, I just left the Earth, they askin', "What that mean?"
I just walked in that bitch with flawless diamonds, yeah, new Celine
I can't rock with them broke boys, you ain't on the team, yeah
I just called the devil, go ahead, upside-down the T
I'm a fiend to be high, yeah, I can't feel a thing
Ooh, ya
Racks on the table, yeah, racks on the yacht
Ooh, ya
Yeah, this syrup not no maple, bitch, I'm sippin' on that Wock', yeah
They asked if I want diamonds, I said, "Ya-ya"
They asked if I make money, I said, "Ya-ya"
She just asked me, "What these diamonds is?" I said, "A yacht, yacht"
They asked, "How many square feet in your house?" I said, "A lot, lot"
I just went and bought the Urus then I took it off the lot
I ain't try yet, I ain't give nothing that I got
Yeah, don't try me, bitch, I swear to God
Finna touch a mill' then open the world's first lean bar
(Man, what the fuck?)

Writer(s): Noah Smith.

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