Yeat
Convertible
[Intro: OODareDevil]
Clibbo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, this the end

[Chorus: OODareDevil]
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Cash in my pocket, it's glued to me (Uh)
Look at at my pocket, no [?] (Uh)
These n***as rap more than [?] (Uh)
Spin on his block like it's fun to me (Ooh)
Black bitch better than snow bunny (Ooh)
Fast car, whip lash, Maserati (Uh)
Fuck at the spot, my lil' bitch and nobody
Beat out the pack, wobby bobby
Fuck it, I might drop them racks on a Masi'
Pull up on a bitch, sloppy toppy
Fuckin' on n***as hoes, that ain't nun' new to me
Beat up the block, eat it up like it's food to me
All of you n***as sellin', stay away from me
I been thinkin' too long, fuckin' caught me a felony
Shoot up his block, ain't no cryin', no sympathy
Choppa gon' sing, violin, ain't no symphony
I'ma send bullets back if you tryna beef with me
Look at the lick fuck god meant good to me
Bitch aftеr bitch and they tryna get rid of me
Most of thеse n***as, they owe me like 50B
If a n***a owe, I let off a 50 G's
AK with a drum, I knock off his shoulder
To a hundred, huh? Bitch, ain't no foldin' me
Havin' that drank for the low, ain't no [?]
Four of the Wock, I ain't sippin' no Hennessy
Nevermind might spin on this block, are you kiddin' me?
Gave her a dose of that dick, shit a dopamine
Beat up that pussy, don't want you, lil' petty bitch
Cash in my pockets, got big racks, fat as shit
UPS S, we don't FedEx shit, go (Go, let's go)
[Verse: Yeat]
Hmm, I'm a businessman, I have myself (Have myself)
Don't know to sing, but I know how you feel
I'm with the belt, the one that's made by Chanel (Double CC)
Don't let me work for you, 'cause I'm gonna take out your client and tell 'em (Mhm-hmm, yeah)
And I know that I end up well
And I know that you goin' out sad, I can tell
What's a vertebrae?
I got a whip, it's convertible (Skrrt)
And I'm droppin' your bitch, she a squirtable
Booted up off the drugs, it feel wonderful
Got a whole lotta cash, I got plentyful
How the fuck y'all pussies geek up on Benadryl?
Run to the cash like a muhfuckin' trainer man
I'm higher up, I can show you my pedestal
I ate up this beat just like it's a Lunchable
Live how I want, I don't go by no schedule
I be geeked up for no reason
I'm on the sun and I told 'em it's freezin'
I got some money, some hoes, that I'm breezin'
Got a new car, it don't even got keys in
I switch up my sauce like a muhfuckin' seasoning
I was so high, I can't even believe it
I got some questions, I know that I'm leavin'
She doin' me toppy, I know that I need it
My wrist got a watch, yeah, I know that it's leakin'
My bitch got a pussy that I like to sleep in
You asking so much, how I know that you tweakin'?
I seen it was comin', I got a lil' beacon
Fucked up everyday, yeah, you know the feeling
I had to go up 'cause I'm out of the deep end
Why should I go up? I got whole lotta reasons
Coupe got brown litter like a Reese's
I'm breakin' the molly in little pieces
I'm not lyin' when I say that I'm geekin'
I'm not lyin' when I say that I'm speakin' (Yeah)
I wasn't lyin' when I said the car ain't no keys in it, there's a reason (Skrrt)
[Interlude: OODareDevil]
Yeah, I'ma just speak to you (Speak to you)
I'ma just speak to you (I'ma just speak to you)
I'ma just speak to you (Just speak to you)
I do what I want, you do what you can (I do what I want, you do what you can)
Yeah, yeah, yeah ([?] and I don't care)
'Cause I got (Uh) fetti on me and I [?] (Now I'm like)

[Chorus: OODareDevil]
Yeah, yeah, let's go
Cash in my pocket, it's glued to me (Uh)
Look at at my pocket, no [?] (Uh)
These n***as rap more than [?] (Uh)
Spin on his block like it's fun to me (Ooh)
Black bitch better than snow bunny (Ooh)
Fast car, whip lash, Maserati (Uh)
Fuck at the spot, my lil' bitch and nobody
Beat out the pack wobby bobby
Fuck it, I might drop them racks on a Masi'
Pull up on a bitch, sloppy toppy
Fuckin' on n***as hoes, that ain't none new to me
Beat up the block, eat it up like it's food to me
All of you n***as sellin', stay away from me
I been thinkin' too long, fuckin' caught me a felony
Shoot up his block, ain't no cryin', no sympathy
Choppa gon sing, violin, ain't no symphony
I'ma send bullets back if you tryna beef with me
Look at the lick fuck god meant good to me to me
Bitch after bitch and they tryna get rid of me
Most of these n***as, they owe me like 50B
If a n***a owe, I let off a 50 G's
AK with a drum, I knock off his shoulder
To a hundred, huh? Bitch, ain't no foldin' me
Havin' that drank for the low, ain't no [?]
Four of the Wock, I ain't sippin' no Hennessy
Nevermind might spin on this block, are you kiddin' me?
Gave her a dose of that dick, shit a dopamine
Beat up that pussy, don't want you, lil' petty bitch
Cash in my pockets, got big racks, fat as shit
UPS S, we don't FedEx shit, go