Yacht Club

Lyrics

[Intro] (Earl on the beat) [Chorus: Juice WRLD] Runnin' up bands, got my guap up All the bad hoes wanna top us Too many wild parties on the yacht Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club [Verse: Lil Yachty & Juice WRLD] Ayy, ayy, air it out Pull up at your spot, and I air it out Gang on the gas and it's very loud Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down I need me a bitch that'll hold me down Gang comin' strong, yeah, we rollin' out Throw a party like Rolling Loud Ayy, don't come unless you stayin' focused Soldiers like 10-4, sent your bitch the info Feelin' real blessed with Juice, that's my kinfolk Bless up, she tell me I'm a god, get on her knees for confession Sent a vid to her nigga, had to teach a lesson Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section Juice, why these pussy ass niggas always pressin'? I don't know, let 'em talk, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson Blessed boys under twenty-one, steady flexin' I'm gettin' too rich, can't do flights with connections 40 on my hip, I won't fight, bitch, I'm reckless Codeine what I sip, that shit come in straight from Texas Reach for my chain, you'll get beat just like Nexus Lamborghini dreams, but you still drive a Lexus I'm a young king, I might fuck Alexis Texas But I ain't on no Drake shit, I won't get her pregnant Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless And I feel you until I get her naked When I get up in it, I might have to stay in Well, if she goin' like that, let's run a train then Fuck, I think I nutted in her, I might need a playpen And a stroller How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover No games, but I Xbox control her She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework 40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner If I go broke, I'ma jugg off Motorolas But now I'm up in France, Lil Boat, that's my mans We get the green and then we fly around like Peter Pan That's cool, but I just thought 'bout somethin', wait (What?) This baby got your face So fuck that lil' baby boy, it's back to the place Back to the trap, back to the gang [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty] Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (Runnin' the guap up) All the bad hoes wanna top us (They wanna top us) Too many wild parties on the yacht (Oh, oh) Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (Out the yacht club) [Outro: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty] Oh, oh, oh This shit finna be hard Shit hard