[Songtext zu „Ionfckwitu_“]

[Intro: Yeat & Ufo361]
Let's go (Exetra Beatz made it)
Let's go
Ihr wisst Bescheid
(This is Q-wing again)
Let's go
Ahh, let's go, woah

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Call me Mr. In-Between it
'Cause everything I said about that shit, I didn't mean it
I put a full rack in between it
I fucked it up before I dreamed it
When you say you wouldn't kick it, wouldn’t miss, you did it in fact
When you said you wouldn’t do the things you did, you did in fact
When you do the shit you said you not supposed to, shoot rat
I don't fuck with none of that shit, you can just have it back
I was fuckin' blindfold, but now this shit 3D (Yeah, uh)
I got motherfuckin' money, I got everythin' (Yeah, uh)
I could double down, lil' bitch, but you can't touch me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Yeat]
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah
I don't fuck with you, you can havе it back, huh, yeah
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Bentlеys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this bitch, huh
RIP Yams, RIP Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to fuck on a project bitch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bitch
Two-fifty in cash, we ain't playin' with a bitch
Two-fifty in the bag, I ain't playin' with a bitch
Yeah, and Carti a diva, uh
Yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your bitch is a eater, uh
Yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking shit, bitch, yeah, n***a, like FIFA, hol' up, what? (Hol' up, hol' up)
Fuck a bitch outside, yeah, hold up (Blatt-blatt-blatt, sex, blah, blatt-blatt)
I want that motherfucker dead, hold up (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
I want an apology (Buh-blatt)
You cannot talk to me (Blatt)
You cannot lie to me, hol' up
You cannot lie to me (Blatt-blatt-blatt)

[Chorus: Yeat]
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh
[Verse 3: Ufo361]
Ich bin ein Rockstar, doch ich komm' nicht mit 'ner Band (Nein)
Ja, du bleibst draußen, Digga, denn du bist nicht Gang (M-O-F)
Wir chill'n on top auf dem Mount Everest (Stay High)
Stay High, we never land
Fahr' im F8 Cabrio durch Hollywood (Woah, woah)
Meine Bitch, sie ist so drauf, sie ist auf Molly, uh
Ja, wir rauchen noch mehr Weed als Bob Marley, uh
Ich bin ein Rockstar, doch ich fahre keine Harley
Nein, ich sitz' in einem 'Rari, uh, uh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Sie trägt Rick Owens, ja, damit sie zu uns passt (Woah)
Sie trägt Rick Owens, ja, damit sie zu uns passt (Let's go)
Sie trägt Rick Owens, ja, damit sie zu uns passt, ja (Woah)
Sie trägt Rick Owens, ja, damit sie zu uns passt, let's go

[Chorus: Yeat & Ufo361]
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah (Let's go)
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah (Let's go)
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh, yeah (Let's go)
I don't fuck with you, you can have it back, huh (Let's go)