BË QUIET Lyrics – Yeat

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[Intro: Yeat, Kodak Black, LAZER DIM 700]
Popping s*it, chasing b!tches, it’s a lifestyle
(Woo-woo, give me that back) Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k
I’m still high as s*it, I’m still high-
I said, fly-fly-fly-fly-fly, s*it

[Chorus: Yeat & Kodak Black]
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah)
Diamonds on me, blind ’em like they seeing black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don’t talk to them, huh

Backstab you b!tch, I pick apart your art to them, huh
Fu*ked up, oh, you fu*ked up? huh
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time’s up? yeah
I’m a billionaire ‘member? (Woo), I’m a geek star, remember
I feel like I’m talking to deaf people the way I’m telling you
Fu*k all that lil’ extra s*it (Woo), you know the god Ba’al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black
Fu*k what you say, I don’t want your words, no, don’t tell me
Smack they ass with reverse-able belts like it’s LV (Ha)
B!tch, I’m geeked up, yeah, I’m set to sail, no, don’t help me, woah
Did it by myself, so I don’t got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah (Nothing)

[Verse: Kodak Black & Yeat]
B!tch, this a VL, this ain’t LV
Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton
Now tell me you can’t tell this custom
Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffing
See my dope, yeah, you cuffing
I’m tryna get high as s*it (Fly-fly-fly-fly-fly, s*it)
I stay high as me
I get fly as wings (Don’t I?)
I can hardly sleep (Hardly)
Every day Halloween
I don’t want weed, I’m on a bean
I’m a roller, not a stoner

Even rehab gon’ hurt
You can’t even pay me to be sober
So fly, thought I could fly
Got so high, I’m tryna fly
Don’t know why, must have thought I was a vulture, yeah
Eight percs to the face, need a chauffeur
Thinking like, “How many can I take ’til I croak over?”
Bad b!tch on her knees, say she Lebanese
Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony
357 sport, looking for, ‘member me?
Paid me back same way I gave you that
B!tch, don’t tell me s*it

[Chorus: Yeat & Kodak Black]
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Tryna cut your head off, yeah
Yeah, diamonds on me, blind ’em like they seeing black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don’t talk to them, huh
Backstab you b!tch, I pick apart your art to them, huh
Fu*ked up, oh, you fu*ked up? huh
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time’s up? yeah
I’m a billionaire ‘member? (Woo), I’m a geek star, remember
I feel like I’m talking to deaf people the way I’m telling you, woah
Fu*k all that lil’ extra s*it (Woo), you know the god Ba’al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black
Fu*k what you said, I don’t want your words, no, don’t tell me
Smack they ass with reverse-able belts like it’s LV (Ha)
B!tch, I’m geeked, yeah, I’m set to sail, yeah, don’t help me, woah
Did it by myself, so I don’t got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah

[Outro: Kodak Black]
Drop the ski mask, I look like Yeat, don’t call me Kodak Black