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Ayy, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat

Yeah, and I'm tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin' on Boat 'cause y'all see that nigga shinin', y'all see that nigga stuntin', y'all see that nigga up next, nigga

Fuck y'all niggas, uh

Bitch, I'm the realest you've ever seen

And my new bitch, she a model from Africa

Any fine bitch with an ass, boy I'm after ya

22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bet

Pussy nigga got behind the wheel and tried to race with Boat, well that's a cruise for a wreck

Stay with the Tec, gotta check on my neck

I need eight for a show

Brother locked up for the blow

Fuck you pussies, bitch, I skipped bein' rookie

What you want a cookie 'cause you got connect?

Nigga play hooky when they see it's Boat time

Ice on my wrist got you thinkin' it's cold time

Dunk on that bitch make you lean on your shoulder

Tripled my views now you thinkin' it's over

Skirt-skirt that Rover I spent a whole six up in Dover

Margiela my collar, I look like my father

Why'd u even bother? I'm richer I'm better

26 shit, I dropped it on my sweater

Just cause it's real leather, Versace my feathers

King sized set with the pillows

Dick in her pussy, she call me her hero

Dick in her mouth like a motherfuckin' churro

Knot so fat like a fuckin' burrito

Shout out taketa her pussy much sweeter

I lick it then stick it

Then kick it right on to my brother

Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers

Bitch I'm so fly I can float on a cover

Now I see why you mad, cause I made it over night

And your bitch love Boat, now I see you wanna fight

And I just cannot help it because she think that I'm right

And she don't like you cause your music not excitin'

Ayy, Lil Boat, QC, what up?

150 DT, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, aye

Bitch it's G Herbo, swervin' so much

Watch them start callin' me Swervo

In the M6 two door drop with the turbo

Engine from Russia, my Balmains for Bergdorf

My lil' ho from Merlow

Killas like Marlo

Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows

Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos

Let off them shells have you duckin' your taco and come back tomorrow

Maison Like Capo, Rollie a Bimmer, my bracelet a Tahoe

Riding an i8s in a race through Chicago

Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go

Blunts full of posto

Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko

Got a white bitch snortin' lines, they El Chapo

Loadin' up .30's and countin' up guapo get top in my auto

Oops, I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills

Remember them nights I was servin' with no deals

Lil' bro on Ess, know he lurkin', he gon' kill, rollin' off four pills

My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I'm O'Neal

Get face to face with them cops and I don't squeal

Snitch did a bid but he would've did more years

Niggas a ho still

Wake up, get more bills

Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I'm Bo Deal

While in Miami we ridin' on four wheels

Block 100 deep, got the opps hidin' for years

Pop out, go trill

Glock color oatmeal

Know what I mean, bitch it's brown, it ain't no steel

Ridin', we lurkin', you better keep your steel

You gotta be ready to use it in broad day

You know little bro will

Ayy, G Herbo 150 dream team, bitch, shout out Coach

Lil Boat, what up?

• Artist:Lil Yachty
• Album:Summer Songs 2 (2016)