letra de lyke us - prod.sky1
[intro: yeat]
all our money go up (err, err)
b-tch, this a lamb’ truck (err, err)
they can’t even do it like us
i got the cayenne sittin’ outside (woah)
whole lotta racks on us on this side (yeah, yeah)
i’m on a perc’, can’t open my eye (ooh, ooh)
i seen a lot of y’all end up fried (yeah, yeah)
[chorus: yeat]
all our money go up (err, err)
b-tch, this a lamb’ truck (err, err)
they can’t even do it like us
i got the cayenne sittin’ outside (woah)
whole lotta racks on us on this side (yeah, yeah)
i’m on a perc’, can’t open my eye (ooh, ooh)
i seen a lot of y’all еnd up fried (yeah, yeah)
i hit chanеl with like five (five, five)
i left chanel with like nun’ (maybach, maybach)
i be so high i could die (woo)
i’m with the guys in the sky
why can’t you just tell the truth? (why? why?)
why is you always lyin’? (lyin’, lyin’)
yeah, b-tch, i don’t need no proof (why? why?)
it sound like a waste of time (yeah, yeah)
yeah, pull up in a rolls royce truck (ooh), yeah, swerve (ooh)
yeah, none of us give no f-cks (ooh), you on my nerve (ooh)
[verse: septembersrich]
reach for my chain, then somebody gon’ die
call up my twizzy, that boy gon’ slide
fly with the guys when i’m off the perc’
they ask, “where he live?” he live on a shirt
sip on that tose’, i sip on that dirt
a couple of bands, that b-tch is gon’ twerk
finna pull out that uzi, lil’ vert (vert)
hit that b-tch right where it hurt (it hurt)
finna spend me a band on a perc’ (f-ck it)
f-ck that b-tch then she want percs (f-ck her)
f-ck it, go buy me a house (a house)
finna f-ck her friends, then kick em’ out (get ’em gone)
f-ck it, then fly to the south
finna f-ck on my old b-tch now
i made it, i don’t know how
still shippin’ packs all around
[chorus: yeat]
all our money go up (err, err)
b-tch, this a lamb’ truck (err, err)
they can’t even do it like us
i got the cayenne sittin’ outside (woah)
whole lotta racks on us on this side (yeah, yeah)
i’m on a perc’, can’t open my eye (ooh, ooh)
i seen a lot of y’all end up fried (yeah, yeah)
[bridge]
them n-ggas used to try to play with yeat sometimes
he would send h-lla snippets to the group chat and n-ggas would not reply
he made so much f-cking music, cause he really wanted that sh-t
like bro now look, he’s going f-cking crazy
[outro]
it sound like a waste of time (yeah, yeah)
(sk-sk-sky)
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