Yeet

Finessin' with the check got the hoes like YEET
The gas I'm smokin on got the club like YEET
Bitches on my line they on my phone like YEET
Hop up in my whip and I feel up like YEET
I got the hoes like YEET
In the club like YEET
On my phone like YEET
When I peel off like YEET

Callin' up my plug cause I know he got that YEET
Bad bitch in my bed and she givin' up that YEET
[?] then it's fucked up, pass her up
[?] that's that YEET (that's that YEET!)
I walk in and your bitch damn right
Other niggas no comparin'
We ain't cuffin' so we cheerin'
I'm so fly catch me [?]
With some J's on my feet
She like my swag [?]
And it's up to my ride, I pull up feel that YEET

Peel off on that lap baby
You know that's hot drop baby
Bands we be blowin'
Bad bitches rollin'
Diamonds yes they glowin'
Pocket full of money can't walk right
Hate bein' broke don't feel right
Got you ho on my side make you look twice
[?] should know [?] damn dice
Hoes they be flexin' [?] YEET
And ye ain't talkin' money then you must be slick



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Writer(s): Miguel Solano, Marcus O'neil Everson, Aquill Howard, Ce'rone Martek Bradley
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