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who? - lil yachty lyrics

skrrt, skrrt
to all of these b*tches, let’s f*ck
ah
v12 engine in the truck
skrrt
v8 juice for my b*tch
yeah
ooh, that b*tch stuck up
yeah
she love s*x in the b*tt
she love ass gettin’ ate, huh
well, i’m the wrong n*gga to date, uh
ah
neck and wrist, ice skate
f*ck my white b*tch at her daddy house while her little brother was playin’ runescape
ah
i make s*x tapes like they mixtapes

ball like gary payton on a thursday
i got me a milf, it don’t look like shе aged yet and she half*asian
and thе x pills, well, she takin’ so you know she gettin’ naked, yeah
b*tch n*gga, you ain’t get no money
n*ggas who get money, they don’t do sh*t like that
p*ssy
bring out the ice when it’s sunny
my b*tch is hebrew, she only smell ziggy’s ass
yeah
i need a dip with dasani, yeah
all of this water, it’s on me, yeah
bought a new whip, 200 cash
i need a tint on the glass
skrrt
f*ckin’ a b*tch, i gotta go, i gotta make the sh*t fast
gang
boy, it’s the summer, why you wearin’ hoodies?
did your chain give you a rash?
i should’ve been beat your ass, yeah
i should’ve been f*cked your b*tch, yeah
300 thousand my necklace, half of my fan base, they be mexicans
my b*tch from florida like seminoles, huh
my brother hang with the criminals, huh

i rock the gold like it’s regionals
i only drive certain whips when it’s seasonal
skrrt
i need a grammy for flexin’, huh
130 drivin’ while textin’, huh
my new b*tch scared, i’m reckless
just spent a modern day house on my necklace
shoo
every day christmas for me and mine, yeah
flooded my watch, it can’t tell time
these n*ggas joke like they jerry sein’, i’ma top dog like farrakhan
yeah
i think you new n*ggas federal brothers smokin’ on a gas medecimo
yeah
shawty told you she a lesbian, shawty was suckin’ all on my t*st*cl*
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
always got coupes on coupes, uh
skrrt
all in the lot hittin’ loops, uh
n*ggas talkin’ hard on the net, pull up with sticks, now they out like who?
who?
who?
who?
who?
who?
who’s talkin’ down, like who?
ah
young n*gga, i’m with my fetty, stay with my brothers like we was at ed, edd n eddy

woo
might cop a crib in the woods, f*ck buyin’ guns, i’ma get me a gold machete
told you, you n*ggas wasn’t ready, uh
ah
told you, you n*ggas wasn’t ready, uh
i give a f*ck ’bout your rollie, i been had a presi, my n*gga, don’t try and check me
who?
i’m in the room with your b*tch and i know what she want, my n*gga, she just want a second
yeah
i make the rap n*ggas jealous, huh
grr
i make the rap n*ggas jealous, huh
grr
to the young n*ggas, i’m elvis
walk in the club and got b*tches on pelvis
woo
these n*ggas ain’t got no swag, chase up a bag, it’s equipped with extended mag
ain’t got a reason to sag, i’m ’bout my cash, add it up super fast
show me a pink slip, p*ssy
skrrt
i’m drippin’ hard on a rookie
not a n*gga ever shook me
yeah
100 thousand just to book me
yeah
i don’t even talk to promoters

nah
i get the guap like a broker
all in her walls like a poster
soak up that wet like a mo’f*ckin’ coaster
grr, grr, grr, grr

- lil yachty lyrics

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