Talk
by Yeat

Album: Lyfë (2022)
Charted: 42
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  • Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat (come on, man)
    Man, one of the biggest artists in the world right now
    We seen it all niggas was gettin' tazed
    Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door
    Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down
    Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizz shit right here
    Real twizzy shit (real twizzy shit right here)
    You gotta know 'bout it (you know I mean?)

    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 joke (hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
    Potty trained my diamonds, yeah
    They smackin' head to toe (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
    "Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go (hey, hey, hey)

    Huh, riding in that, big lil' ass Tonka truck
    Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
    Headin' number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what?
    A-A-All we do is just go number one (hey, hey, hey)
    And I just brought in some M's, 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 money (hey, hey, hey)
    I don't give a fuck what you sayin'
    I don't listen to it, I don't wanna hear 'bout none
    In the whip, got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck
    Yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
    I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top
    It's that time of the month
    I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again
    'Bout to triple the sum (hey, hey, hey)

    How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo)
    How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon' talk to the lead (huh?)
    I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said (woo)
    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 pop the bitch on Tes'
    You ain't even made no money, yeah, you don't make no sense
    I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump 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 joke (hey, hey, hey, BNYX)
    Potty trained my diamonds, yeah
    They smackin' head to toe (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, yeah)
    "Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go (hey, hey, hey)

    Huh, riding in that, big lil' ass Tonka truck
    Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked (Hey, hey, hey)
    Headin' number one up on these charts, bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what?
    A-A-All we do is just go number one (hey, hey, hey)
    And I just brought in some M's, 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 money (hey, hey, hey)
    I don't give a fuck what you sayin'
    I don't listen to it, I don't wanna hear 'bout none
    In the whip, got two R, yeah, Rolls Royce truck
    Yeah, what the Cullinan bought (Hey, hey, hey)
    I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top
    It's that time of the month
    I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again
    'Bout to triple the sum (hey, hey, hey)

    How you gon' talk to a rat? (Huh?) How you gon' talk to the feds? (Woo)
    How you gon' talk to the shmeds? (Woo), now you gon' talk to the lead (huh?)
    I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said (woo)
    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 pop the bitch on Tes'
    You ain't even made no money, yeah, you don't make no sense
    I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again Writer/s: Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Smith
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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