Lil Yachty
Water On The Window Freestyle
[Intro: Lil Yachty]
It's a motherfuckin’ vibe right here, boy
Dead for real
Mm, yup, yup
Ha-ha, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ayy, ayy
Wow!

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Tell 'em we rich now
Tell him I might fuck his bitch now
Might cop a coupe with a shift now
Finally got money to order my food and pay tips now
Might as well fuck with the crips now
But I still fuck with the big B's
You can catch hot shells, like hot cakes all day like it’s Mikey D's
Use to ride 'round on them 22's, walkin' around in them 23's
Bro get that stack and I turn a 10 to a 20, I call that shit double G's
I done bought Gucci's last 5 seasons
I hit your bitch at the four seasons
N***as find every reason as to why they not where they should be in life, dawg
I rock a wedding ring on my marriage finger, but I can’t have a wife, dawg
Still with a tribe on a quest, tryna get it, yeah, R.I.P. Phife Dawg
Still switching lanes with the gang, lights blinkin’
Doin' dash in the white frog
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, I done made millions on millions
Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty, Chamillion’
Can't go back broke, 'cause I wanna have children
Took the whole gang, put 'em in one pavilion
Back on my shit, so it’s fuck how you feelin'
N***a don't fuck with me, like I'm a villain
But I ain't do no wrong, I just be chillin'

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I think they mad cause this car drips ice down, damn, this just the rich life
I think they mad cause they wife might get sliced
If it's only a boring night
I'm a young n***a, worth a lot of money, walkin' with a pole, fuck a fist fight
I think I was born with a seventh sense, I think my newest bitch heaven sent

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah, bitch I'm best friends with the mailman
Drop off a pack at my doorstep
Walk in your spot, get the floor swept
Shoutout them folks who had overslept, didn't fuck with me till they knew I could help
Now I'm walkin' 'round with them big knots
Big Bentley B's and them droptops
Big booty bitches in crop tops
Eatin' up dick 'till they teeth rot
Fuck clubbing, I'm at the main spot
Them n***as, they in the same spot
I had to clear up my mental, huh
Rolex time in the central, VVS in my dentals
Hella cars, it's essential, hey
I'm droppin' 30 like Devin Booker
Snatch up yo bitch because she's a looker
Bitch, I'm the wave like a bag of Ruffles
Not with the internet scuffle
My bitch say she want a bigger ass
I told her gon' head and pump it up
Now that's an everyday struggle, fuck
Yeaah, I'm getting tired of these frenemies
Cuttin' off all of the fake n***as
Lately, I ain't like your energy
I be better off by myself, oh well, yes
[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, I done made millions on millions
Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty, Chamillion'
Can't go back broke, 'cause I wanna have children
Took the whole gang, put 'em in one pavilion
Back on my shit, so it's fuck how you feelin'
N***a don't fuck with me, like I'm a villain
But I ain't do no wrong, I just be chillin'

[Post-Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I think they mad cause this car drips ice down, damn, this just the rich life
I think they mad cause they wife might get sliced
If it's only a boring night
I'm a young n***a, worth a lot of money, walkin' with a pole, fuck a fist fight
I think I was born with a seventh sense, I think my newest bitch heaven sent