Saving You

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Lil Yachty - Rap, Underground Rap

Saving You

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[Intro: Lil Yachty] Ayy, yeah, Lil Boat, Lil Boat Woah, yeah, yeah Ayy, woah, uh, ayy [Chorus: Lil Yachty] 18 in the atrium Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM (Woah, ayy) Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him (Yeah, yeah) No, I'm not savin' you [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] All of these niggas is bitches I swear on my mama I'll leave em with stitches If they touch my riches I might call up NAZ for that glizzy These niggas tryna get in touch for a verse But, lil nigga, I'm busy Broke-ass nigga window-shoppin' like he 50 Lookin' for Lil Boat, he probably in the city With a bad biddy that look like '90s Tina Fey Teeth gold like a box of butter shea One more year and we'll be livin' in LA Me, NAZ, K, E All my niggas been ridin' since day one Run up on me, you gon' catch the chopper Meet the gang, that's when you meet the Fockers I'ma trunk, knock his wife, fuck her All these niggas hate Lil Boat 'cause they bitches love me Back up off me, bitch, you lookin' ugly Platinum teeth make me hit the Dougie [Chorus: Lil Yachty] 18 in the atrium Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him No, I'm not savin' you [Verse 2: Pollari] Jumped from the trenches, ran it up on my lonely (All on my lonely) They see that glow and now they wanna be homies (We are not homies) They claim they day-one but these niggas so phony (These niggas phony) They claim they day-one but these goofies don't know me, yeah, ayy (Whoo, whoo) Good gas from Texas (Yeah) They mad I'm flexin' (Yeah) My bitch Alexis (Yeah) She drive a Lexus, yeah They cannot check this (Yeah) They cannot check this (Yeah) My niggas reckless (Yeah) They snatch your necklace, yeah [Chorus: Lil Yachty] 18 in the atrium Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him No, I'm not savin' you 18 in the atrium Hoop like Paul Pierce, ball out the gymnasium I was fuckin' up a check at the ATM Why you call my phone, boy? I'm not savin' him No, I'm not savin' you

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  • Pollari