YEET (feat. Yeat)

Yeet, yeet, yeet
Fleek, fleek, fleek

Flee away, had to ask my brother if we gon' eat today
I remember they just told me to stay away
Used to play with all the chickens on Easter day
Run the millions, run away from the layaway
I got the knit, it's on top of the Yves Laurent
I got the net, and you know it's gon' pay away
Pay away like I'm Gaga, got poker face
Pay away 'cause I got somewhere to be today

Go to the meeting, that's where I gotta be today
Told the bitch, eat it before I got bills to pay
Woke up this morning, you know I got bills to pay
Woke up this morning, I live where the demons at
In the garden, bitch, I feel like I'm Peter Pan
If you look this way, you won't get to see the man
John Cena, why you waving your finger, man?
I buy the land and buy the crib, redesign

Yeet, yeet, yeet
Fleek, fleek, fleek

I slap on her ass, now she got the inches, I'm pulling her, yeet
I dive and I splash
The gang gets turned up when the diamonds on fleek
She Cartier tag, I'm askin' the bitch, "Oh, can I get a piece?"
It's not 'bout the bag, ALYX on my feet, then I hop out the Jeep
A Rick Owens shag, I get in my swag, then I head out to Greece

Don't think 'bout the past, the other night I had a Goyard dream
Fuck around Goyard rings, fuck around, fuck around Goyard teeth
This is a 3D scene, I have her add it up in the RV
I'm 'bout to float like I'm elevate, I'm 'bout to float like a BRB
I'm cashing out, it's just for the day
Shit, went to sleep with a real barbie

Yeet, yeet, yeet (let's go)
Fleek, fleek, fleek (let's go)

Yeet, me, diamonds, flooded on me
Bad thotties, pull up, uh, on me
I just been taking the X with the Perc'
I'm a zombie, be living on Earth
All of my diamonds, they flooded, from Elliante
Bitch, I turn up for sure
We in Chanel with a honeybun, bitch, we in a whole upper echelon
Rocking some Ricky denim for the jeans, yeah
With the vehement hoodie on

I be as high as the god, as the fiends, bitch
And I put that on every mom
I went and just flooded my rings, I blew up, they call me Osama son
My brother keeping the weapon, yeah, my brother keeping the stretcher
I just pulled up with the mob, I just pulled up with the team
My twizzy, my brother, we send him to heaven
Don't matter if it's him or it's me
Me, yeet, I'm he

Yeet, yeet, yeet (let's go)
Fleek, fleek, fleek (let's go)



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Smith, Malachi Green, Ethan Andrade
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