Front Row Lyrics – Yeat

Read the full Front Row 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 Rose Colored and COKE, two other songs by Yeat.

[Pre-Chorus: Yeat]
(B!tch, b!tch, b!tch)
(Yeah, front row, front row)
(Front row, front row)
(You on Skid Row, on Skid Row)
Yeahh

[Chorus: Yeat]
Gon’ this X, b!tch gon’ take this X (Arggh, front row, front row)
B!tch, go throw the s*x (Front row, front row)
I know I feel best, b!tch all I do is best (Front row, front row)
Yeah, I don’t know what’s next (Front row)

I won’t play chess (Front row, front row)
Front row, we always front row (Front row, front row)
Front row, at my show, front row (Front row, front row)
Diamonds front row, b!tches front row
(Front row, diamonds on front row, on me front row)
It’s a front row gunshot, bankroll, on me (Front row, front row)

[Verse: Yeat & Summrs]
Front row, we shot six shots from this blicks on me (On me, yeah ahh)
I’m front row with them sticks, I got yo’ b!tch on me (Ahh)
You don’t even know no s*it but chat online (Woo)
We don’t even need no gun, we still could stab you with a knife, yeah
You thought this s*it was a joke but its for life (LYFESTYLE)
Suppressors on that Glock, b!tch, I customize my five (Five)
Keep me ask for bankroll
Ain’t nowhere I can’t go
Money, money, money, money, money, I like money (Money, money)
I like money, your-your b!tch look at you funny
My lil’maybach truck, jump like a bunny
I like drügs, I like drügs, Oxy got me high, drügs made my heart stop (My heart stop)
Need the hard knock, Molly make my jaw lock (Jaw lock)
Dope boy swag, I’m the hottest on the block (On the block)
B!tch make me mad, then the tw*t get blocked
I’m like (??) these hoes get blocked, yeah, they get glass
Free my n!ggas in the can

All they need is a shirt just to make a mess
(Front Row, front row at the show)
Front row (Mafia)
(Front Row, front row at the show)
Mafia (N!ggas broke, they broke off getting broke, yeah)
(Front Row, she front row at the show)
Mafia (Mafia)

[Pre-Chorus: Yeat]
(B!tch, b!tch, b!tch)
(Yeah, front row, front row)
(Front row, front row)
(You on Skid Row, on Skid Row)
Yeahh

[Chorus: Yeat]
Gon’ this X, b!tch gon’ take this X (Arggh, front row, front row)
B!tch, go throw the s*x (Front row, front row)
I know I feel best, b!tch all I do is best (Front row, front row)
Yeah, I don’t know what’s next (Front row)
I won’t play chess (Front row, front row)
Front row, we always front row (Front row, front row)
Front row, at my show, front row
(Front row, front row)
Diamonds front row, b!tches front row (Front row, front row)
It’s a front row gunshot, bankroll, on me (Front row, front row)

[Verse: Yeat & Summrs]
Front row, we shot six shots from this blicks on me (On me, yeah ahh)
I’m front row with them sticks, I got yo’ b!tch on me (Ahh)
You don’t even know no s*it but chat online (Woo)
We don’t even need no gun, we still could stab you with a knife, yeah
You thought this s*it was a joke but its for life (LYFESTYLE)
Suppressors on that Glock, b!tch, I customize my 5 (5)
Keep me ask for bankroll
Ain’t nowhere I can’t go
Money, money, money, money, money, I like money (Money, money, money)