Water On The Window Freestyle
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!
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
Niggas 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, rIP phife Dawg
Still switching lanes with the gang
Lights blinkin’ doin' dash in the white frog
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'
Nigga don't fuck with me, like I'm a villain
But I ain't do no wrong, I just be chillin'
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 nigga, 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
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 niggas, 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 niggas
Lately, I ain't like your energy
I be better off by myself, oh well, yes
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'
Nigga don't fuck with me, like I'm a villain
But I ain't do no wrong, I just be chillin'
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 nigga, 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
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