YE ft. Noesi Lyrics

I might just have to cut it or chop it or whatever

I think I'm dyslexic or something, I don't know

Wake up in the morning, thank God for the next day

Say what's up to my baby moms, shout out to my essays

Gotta treat the world like my first name was Jefe

Just for the bellete order the noodles al dente

She like how my neck laced with diamonds and neck chains

Shit so fucking heavy if I looked down my neck breaks

She a blood sucker, wanna know how my neck tastes

But see I'm a player so what's up with that head game

I won't be satisfied until I know that her neck's sprained

And she wearing a neck brace and it's off to the next dame

I'm expecting the same thing and it's on to the next bitch

Cause I'm stepping on necks bitch, fucking on your bitch

While she wearing my necklace, and if I get caught

Well I'm hopping them fences, pulling off in them Benzes

Bumps in the roads that will damaged suspension

Till I crash in the trenches, blowing out the new engine

V for Vendetta cause I am back with a vengeance

Gucci and Louis V, what did it do to me

Amplified my ego so beautifully

Getting fed grapes and cheese from boards of charcuterie

All of this is new to me, money, hoes and clothes

Can't forget the jewelry

Not satisfied till my life's like a movie scene

Lights, camera, action getting head in the Gucci mink

Little did I know I was fit for tomfoolery

Baby I'm back now, was once the class clown

Now I'm a class act, now who has the last laugh

Thought I had the bad luck, broken mirrors and black cats

Stepping on mad cracks, sorry moms for the bad back

Fuck it, well that's that, I'm spending some fast cash

Replacing my old hoes cause even the Lord knows

I had me a bad batch

Still getting paid for every week of the day

Oops I mean day of the week

Been around money so long it's the only language I speak

Certified hustler, can't sweat the technique

Yeah I'm a Don, last name Perrignon

Don't need your baggage like carry on, so carry on

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm a Don, last name Perrignon

Don't need your baggage like carry on, so carry on

Bitch, yeah, ayy

I got all this fucking swag I know you can't relate

Way too many people that I know gon' send me hate

And on this music shit you know I gotta dedicate

I'ma take my chance and trust me I won't hesitate

You just met up with the kid it's time to meet your fate

I'ma make sure that they send you to the pearly gates

Fucking with the wrong one I ain't come here to play

Hot headed young stunner can I ventilate

Let me demonstrate from the H let's get it straight

Getting bread's a piece of cake but I never learn to bake

Living fast, accelerate, don't tell me stop, can't hit the brakes

Can't give you much I only take, I keep it real, you keep it fake

I tell the truth for Christ sakes, I sip a lot, you lightweight

Go have yourself a nice day cause me and you are not the same, okay

Let's get it out the way, you know that boy Noesi

He didn't come to fucking play

You know I'm such a Taurus cause your boy was born in May

I'm off this fucking track, ain't nothing else left to say