[Chorus: Yeat] All kinds of things talk Yeah, bean talk, yeah, yeah Yeah, lean talk (Juju killed this beat) Yeah, I caused the thing to talk Yeah, pop out, you a bih, yeah, pop out (Pop out) Yeah, I make bread, give a fuck 'bout what you talk 'bout Yeah, 'lil shawty 'bout to pop out with a mop out, she gon' top out Just like wifi, we connected like a hotspot, shipping rockstar [Verse 1: Yeat] I be sendin' the packs out, I don't even open the wock (Wock) Y'all be smokin' the crack, y'all be smokin' the rock Everyday I, no, my money can't stop what I'm doin' Yeah, I buy the new coupe, I buy the GLE, ain’t what I’m usеd to I got a whole lotta diamonds, whole lotta chains, keep 'em all in an igloo (Igloo) Yеah, 'lil thotty wifey, pull up eat my pickle (Woo) They say "why the hell you live so pricey” 'cause I’m on my evil (Huh) They said, "what you do it for?" (What?), my people They said, what you been involved with?" (What the hell, bih), shh-shh Eliantte chain (Yeah), out the brain (Woo) Goin' shoppin' with that bitch, yeah, find out she a lame Yeah, you ain't with the mob (No-no), you ain't with the gang (No-no) Supercharged V8 engine, AMG CLA Red seats, yeah, purple outside on the paint Whip that GLE 53, built just like a tank You can't show me what you say, bitch, show me what you made (Mmm-hmm) I woke up everyday of the month just to make me 50K (Yeah, pop out) [Chorus: Yeat] All kinds of things talk Yeah, bean talk, yeah, yeah Yeah, lean talk Yeah, I caused the thing to talk Yeah, pop out, you a bih, yeah, pop out (Pop out) Yeah, I make bread, give a fuck 'bout what you talk 'bout Yeah, 'lil shawty 'bout to pop out with a mop out, she gon' top out Just like wifi, we connected like a hotspot, shipping rockstar [Verse 2: KillBunk] Yeah, yeah Bitch, my dreads swingin' like a rasta That bitch call me papi but bitch, I'm not your father In the gang, I feel like Papi 'cause I hang around them shottas Pussy nigga talkin' all that shit 'til he get knocked out Yeah, yeah, broke up with that bitch, tell her knock off (Yeah) I don't walk in that hoe, bitch, I knock the walls off Nigga talkin' like he gon' do shit 'til he get dropped though Yeah, uh, gas up in that bitch, I hit it raw though Aye, I just hit yo' bitch, I hit it raw dog I'ma pop out with a Glock out and your bitch, she wanna call now Yeah, I don't want your ratchet bitch, that bitch stay on the corner Yeah, I'm not too flashy, bitch, 'cause I already grown up Yeah, only 17 but I could still go fuck yo' momma Yeah, nigga, you a bitch and you be hangin' 'round fake gunners Yeah, choppa gon' leave that boy runnin' Pussy ass nigga, know he up to something You ain't my twin, no, you ain't my friend, no, you ain't my buddy Knock off his head, woah, now that nigga dead, gone He dead with his buddy [Chorus: Yeat] All kinds of things talk Yeah, bean talk, yeah, yeah Yeah, lean talk Yeah, I caused the thing to talk Yeah, pop out, you a bih, yeah, pop out (pop out) Yeah, I make bread, give a fuck 'bout what you talk 'bout Yeah, 'lil shawty 'bout to pop out with a mop out, she gon' top out Just like wifi, we connected like a hotspot, shipping rockstar
