[Intro: Yeat]
Huh, ah
Yeah, all we make is hits, yeah
I just told him (Brr), told him, "Yeat don't ever miss," yeah (Woah)
I just called my bitch, I told her to miss me with that shit (Bullshit)
(Curesful)
We stay high as shit (Phew)

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Yeah, we stay high as shit
Flying, gliding, had to get this Cayenne (This is a $HMONEY EXCLUSIVE)
I ain't even trying
Yeah, all my brothers it, yeah, all your brothers dying (Phew)
Bitch come through for the weekend, she gon' try it
She gon' fall in love with me, yeah, I bet she like it (Go)
She want movies to be made, I call up Spike Lee (Brr)
I been way too high too often, nothing excite me no more
Yeah, you don't got to fuck with the vibes, you can meet my friend, the door
Yeah, walked up all in Chrome and bought it all then hit Dior
This is flawless diamonds, boy, they water, yes, it's corp
Yeah, exposed him to the truth, I swear it shook him to his core
The unemployment stopped coming in, it shook him to his core
Yeah, y'all bitch is crazy, can't deal with that, I'm not gon' be at courts
Something happened? It don't matter, I'm paying a million for a lawyer
Got your girl singing my songs, she sing along just like a choir
Once they hear my shit, they sound the same, I'm glad I could inspire you
Walking 'round with both my eyes closed, they ask me, "Yeat, how high are you?"
Told 'em that's my favorite question
Yeah, Oxy with Fenty, that's a deadly weapon (They catching up)
(This is a SLUMP AUDIOS exclusive)
[Refrain: Yeat]
Yeah, tell me why you lying for
I'm high, flying, ooh, yeah
How I get this Cayenne? Yeah, ooh
I'm on demon pill, I tell 'em I'm dying

[Verse 2: Nerd1k]
Yes, I'm putting my bitch inside this Cayenne, zoom
I'm in the back of the Tesla, bitch, I'm flying, huh
Gutted my bitch out, told her it's just for timing, huh
You know how I get off the Tris'
Pop me an X on it, hoping this shit is legit
I done went up, n***as so lame, that's why I'm fucking your bitch
Got it all on her face when I came, that's why she call me a kid
Me and lil' Clint locked in, that's why we cannot miss
N***a, I see the hate on their face, that's why I keep me a clip
And I'm still gonna fuck her regardless
I got fifty bitches out in Charlotte
And I think them girls go to college
I got sick, a n***a's new virus
Bought an AP bust-down, timing
I done run up my money, you cannot be shit
Lil' n***a, you broke, you lying

[Refrain: Yeat]
Yeah, tell me why you lying for
I'm high, flying, ooh, yeah
How I get this Cayenne? Yeah, ooh
I'm on demon pill, I tell 'em I'm dying