Diseasë Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full Diseasë lyrics by Yeat and Lyfestyle Corporation from the album Luh Leakyz Vol. 1 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 Martian and Last Day, two other songs by Yeat.

[Intro]
(All white party, get in, so I’ll pull up with that priest)
(Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese)
(Don’t understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this s*it fleece)
(And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon’ call the police)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I got juice in my cup, yeah
Spark it up then
Light it up then, call your dead man
Tell me, yeah, do your band dance
Juice in my cup, riding fast, huh, big whip
In the Tonka truck and I can’t crash
‘Cause I’m right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast
Yeah, you seem so dead, we chopped your head off (Woo-woo-woo)
If we so dead, then why we so rich and why we so alive?, yeah
I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the b!tch, so fly (Woo-woo)
Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, ’cause I’ve been so fly (Phew)
I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh
Always got them turning around
Break your neck then
Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man
Yeah, I’m the general, I’m the chief, CEO man
You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then
We gon’ leave you out to hang like a hammock
Yeah, it won’t ever be the same, you don’t understand it
Yeah, ’cause I got so much of this cheese
And I got so much of this bread, it’s like it’s creeping on me, a disease
And I got so much of this money
Put ’em in whips, I put ’em in trees
Got the money, shank, the power, respect
The thing I only need
And you want to get head like me
But you never seen what I’ve seen
I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

[Post-Chorus]
All white party, get in, so I’ll pull up with that priest
Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese
Don’t understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this s*it fleece
And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon’ call the police

[Chorus]
I got juice in my cup, yeah
Spark it up then
Light it up then, call your dead man
Tell me, yeah, do your band dance
Juice in my cup, riding fast, huh, big whip
In the Tonka truck and I can’t crash
‘Cause I’m right up on the edge, on the curb, yeah, outlast
Yeah, you seem so dead, we chopped your head off (Woo-woo-woo)
If we so dead, then why we so rich and why we so alive?, yeah
I put a LYFESTYLE chain on the b!tch, so fly (Woo-woo)
Yeah, I got a private jet, yeah, ’cause I’ve been so fly (Phew)
I put a lot on the head, got a lot on the inside, uh
Always got them turning around
Break your neck then
Yeah, you too soft, you too sweet, gingerbread man
Yeah, I’m the general, I’m the chief, CEO man
You got your hand out so much, we chop your hand then
We gon’ leave you out to hang like a hammock
Yeah, it won’t ever be the same, you don’t understand it
Yeah, ’cause I got so much of this cheese
And I got so much of this bread, it’s like it’s creeping on me, a disease
And I got so much of this money
Put ’em in whips, I put ’em in trees
Got the money, shank, the power, respect
The thing I only need
And you want to get head like me
But you never seen what I’ve seen
I watched them all bend, fold up like a crease

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, all white party, get in, so I’ll pull up with that priest
Only bread you got is sandwiches, we gon call you caprese
Don’t understand how I got this minky on me, might as well call this s*it fleece
And your head might as well got a bullet in it, somebody gon’ call the police (Yeah, yeah)