BË QUIET

Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black, Yeat & LAZER DIM 700] Snipin' shit (Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam), yeah, it's a lifestyle Ooh, ooh (Fuck, fuck, give me that back), fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (King Tonk') I'm still high as shit, (I'm still high as shit) I'm still high (I'm still high), I'm still— (Fly), shit [Chorus: Yeat with Kodak Black] Way too rich, LYFESTYLE Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah) Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them, huh Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh Oh, yo' luck up? Oh, yo' time's up? Yeah, woo, huh I'm a billionaire, 'member, huh? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' ya Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God back Pull up, Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black, ah Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me Smack they ass with revеrsible belts like it's LV (Ha) Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Ooh, ahh) Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', ah [Verse: Kodak Black & Yeat] Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV (This ain't LV) Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton Now tell me you can't tell this custom (Give me that back) Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin' (I'm still high as shit) See my dope, yeah, you cuffin' (I'm still high) How high you still tryna get nigga? (I'm still— fly, nigga high as shit) I stay high as bees (Don't I?) I get fly like wings (Don't I?) I can hardly sleep (Hardly) Every day Halloween I don't want weed, I'm on a bean I'm a roller, not a stoner Even rehab gon' hurt You can't even pay me to be sober So fly, thought I could fly Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (Yeah) Eight Percs to the face, need a chauffeur Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?" Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony Tre 57 sport, Oakland Park, 'member me? Pay me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't Zelle me shit [Chorus: Yeat & Kodak Black] Way too rich, LYFESTYLE Off with what? Tryna cut yo' head off (Head, yeah) Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them, huh Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh (Fucked up) Oh, yo' luck up? Oh, yo' time's up? Yeah, woo, huh I'm a billionaire, 'member, huh? (Woo) I'm a geek star, remember I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' ya Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God back Pull up, Bentley, Bentley-Bentley all black, ah Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha) Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Ooh, ahh) Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', hah [Outro: Kodak Black] Drop the ski, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black