YERRR (feat. Chris Fish & Sullivan Beats)

Chris hits the bar for the fourth night in a row
Hes drunk and hyper, and eye witnesses describe him as on a roll

YERR (What)
YERR (What)
YERR (What)
What! What!
YERR
What! What!

I don't give a fuck no more, ayy
You struck a cord, ayy
I'm doin drugs, I quit my job
I'm fuckin raw (Woah)
Tend to lash out, I don't know to stop drinkin
Till I pass out, throwin cash to a chick wit her ass out
Even tho all my credit cards maxed Out (Errr)
I was ten when I first saw my dad house (Ten)
That - couldn't told me not to act out
I'm blackish, emo bitches say my demo classic
Brooklyn niggas flippin taxes, put together that's my demographic
Put the Tesla on automatic, know that mean heavy Traffic (Skrrt)
My life movie gon be pornagraphic, Whip out your titty I'll autograph it
My sound My plot (Me) it's my style they watch (Fuck)
Pussyclot Blood clot Chris fish underground on lock

Huh shhh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch
Huhhh shhh I got a Patek on my wrist
Huh ewwwh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch
Huhhh shhh I got a Roley on my wrist

Bought a roley not a baby (Yerr)
1000 nudes ya it's crazy (No cap)
Always 99 problems (Hoe)
So she slap me like jayz (Slap oww)
So thicc where that warning (Sheesh)
Make hits when I'm horny (Why)
Eggs and tits in the morning (Yum)
Booty juice when in touring (Slurp)
She wanna back it up on me (Uhuh)
Sugar honey and that ice tea (Sweet)
Call me champaign papi (Ah man)
Cuz the care package dropping (Surprise)
I was in her mouth, don't be mad at me
Let you girl know, She got the cavities
I'm the real thing, you was just practicing
Practicing

Huh shhh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch
Huhhh shhh I got a Patek on my wrist
Huh ewwwh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch
Huhhh shhh I got a Roley on my wrist



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Writer(s): Christian Sullivan
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