HEARD OF MË Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full HEARD OF MË lyrics by Yeat along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Yeat’s music, you can also explore NEW HIGH and LYFESTYLE, two other songs by Yeat.

[Pre-Chorus]
Woo, fu*k what you heard of me, yeah
Yeah, fu*k what you heard of me, ha (Huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (Ha)
No, huh, I can’t fu*k with you (Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can’t rock with you
No (Woo), no (No), I can’t talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me

[Chorus]
Yeah (Woo), huh (No), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I’m talking to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (Woo), Benz on the car (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I’m coming for your heart
Even though it’s the night, I can see in the dark (Woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk ’bout them? Why you talk ’bout me?
Why the fu*k you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that?
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I’m just too real for all this s*it, you know I bleed that
This got them scratching they head like I keyed that
Yeah, that money buy respect, guess what? I need that
Geeked up every day, I just repeat it

[Bridge]
Know you don’t mind me, yeah, you just like me
You like money, yeah, you just like me

[Pre-Chorus]
Woo, fu*k what you heard of me, yeah
Yeah, fu*k what you heard of me, ha (Huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (Ha)
No, huh, I can’t fu*k with you (Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can’t rock with you
No (Woo), no (No), I can’t talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me

[Chorus]
Yeah (Woo), huh (No), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I’m talking to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (Woo), Benz on the car (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I’m coming for your heart
Even though it’s the night, I can see in the dark (Woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk ’bout them? Why you talk ’bout me?
Why the fu*k you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that?
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I just too real for all this s*it, you know I bleed that
This got them scratching they head like I keyed that
Yeah, that money buy respect, guess what? I need that