Yeat — Bak on ëm

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Rio

Yeah, I’m in a big boy Tonka (Skrrt)
Yeah, I got big boy racks (Racks)
Yeah, we got big boy diamonds (Yeah)
Bitch, I been goin’ up straight to the top
I’m in a rich boy climate (Rich)
Back on the Percs, I don’t know when I’ll stop (Yerks)
I really wish I ain’t tried it (Yeah)
I just got brand new chains
Yeah, I just got a brand new car (Skrrt)
Bitch, we won’t kick it with lames (No way)
Yeah, I don’t think that you see where we are
All of my racks sit inside of the bag
I seen a kid go out broke, it’s so sad (Yeah)
I don’t give a fuck what you got, what you had
I can’t see in that Cayenne, don’t care, ’bout to crash

We headin’ straight to the top, yeah
Wifey come gave me some top, yeah
I told hеr, «Keep goin’, don’t stop,» yeah
I put the Perc’ in that Wock’, yеah
How the hell you sip fake drop?
With the Percs, there ain’t never a drought
I’m a little addicted to X, yeah, y’all just addicted to clout
And I made it out, I don’t know
Damn, she fit in her mouth, don’t know how, yeah
They don’t understand what I’m saying but I told ’em, «Just listen and figure it out»
Yeah, I been doing that shit for a while
I dont know, but I do whatever I got
I be so high, I be chillin’ with God
My diamonds wet like they live on a yacht
I make a hit every time, it’s a lot
Your wifey come suck me alive
I brought the Cayenne out, switching the side
All flawless diamonds, damn, not no SI

Yeah, I’m in a big boy Tonka (Skrrt)
Yeah, I got big boy racks (Racks)
Yeah, we got big boy diamonds (Yeah)
Bitch, I been goin’ up straight to the top
I’m in a rich boy climate (Rich)
Back on the Percs, I don’t know when I’ll stop (Yerks)
I really wish I ain’t tried it (Yeah)
I just got brand new chains
Yeah, I just got a brand new car (Skrrt)
Bitch, we won’t kick it with lames (No way)
Yeah, I don’t think that you see where we are
All of my racks sit inside of the bag
I seen a kid go out broke, it’s so sad (Yeah)
I don’t give a fuck what you got, what you had
I can’t see in that Cayenne, don’t care, ’bout to crash