Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat (come on, man)

Man, this nigga on another world right now

They said, uh, niggas was gettin′ tazedBitches was poppin' pussy by the front door

Niggas was throwin′ chairs, everything was goin' down

Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy shit right here

Real twizzy shit right here (real twizzy shit right here)

You guys don't know ′bout it

Jump out at the show (uh, I′m working on dying), jump out at the show

Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX)

'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin′ head to toe

"Shh" 'bout what you sayin′, yeah, just shut up, let me go

Huh, riding in that big lil' ass Tonka truck

Riding ′round with these bust-down watches on me

I got my blicky tucked

Headin' number one up on these charts

Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what?

A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh

And I just brought in some Ms, lil′ bitch, it′s the first of the month

Riding 'round, I′m in the Cayenne, lil' bitch

I′ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (hey, hey, hey)

I went and painted the Benz

I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don

All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother

My slime, my twizzy, my mom

I don′t give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it

I don′t wanna hear ′bout nun

In the woods at 2:00 A.M. Rolls Royce truck

Yeah, with the Cullinan up

I'm ′bout to bring this shit back and away from the top

It the time of month

I'm ′bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again

′Bout to triple it or somethin'

How you gon' talk to a rat?

How you gon′ talk to the feds?

How you gon′ talk to the smats?

How you gon' talk to the lead?

I don′t give a fuck, just sayin', huh

Lil′ bit', you heard what I said

Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me

Yeah, I got big boy bread

And I don′t give a fuck 'bout the coupe

Yeah, I park the Benz on tens

You ain't even made no money

Yeah, he don′t make no sense

I had to turn the coupe, I′m 'bout to trip out again

Jump out at the show (Uh, I′m working on dying), jump out at the show

Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job (BNYX)

'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin′ head to toe

"Shh" 'bout what you sayin′, yeah, just shut up, let me go

Huh, riding in that big lil' ass Tonka truck

Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me

I got my blicky tucked

Headin′ number one up on these charts

Bitch, yeah, it′s stuck as what?

A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh

And I just brought in some Ms, lil' bitch, it′s the first of the month

Riding 'round, I′m in the Cayenne, lil' bitch

I′ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun (Hey, hey, hey)

I went and painted the Benz

I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don

All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother

My slime, my twizzy, my mom

I don't give a fuck what you sayin′, I don′t listen to it

I don't wanna hear ′bout nun

In the woods at 2:00 A.M. Rolls Royce truck

Yeah, with the Cullinan up

I'm ′bout to bring this shit back and away from the top

It the time of month

I'm ′bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again

'Bout to triple it or somethin′

How you gon′ talk to a rat?

How you gon' talk to the feds?

How you gon′ talk to the smats?

How you gon' talk to the lead?

I don′t give a fuck, just sayin', huh

Lil′ bit', you heard what I said

Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me

Yeah, I got big boy bread

And I don't give a fuck ′bout the coupe

Yeah, I park the Benz on tens

You ain′t even made no money

Yeah, he don't make no sense

I had to turn the coupe, I′m 'bout to trip out again