Album cover art for "Gö" by Yeat & Izaya Tiji & SeptembersRich

Yeat & Izaya Tiji & SeptembersRich - Electronic, Rap

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[Intro: Yeat & Izaya Tiji] She tellin' me that she hate me, I know, but I gotta hit her again (BenjiCold, why you icy?) Yeah, yeah (Hit her again) Yeah (Hit her-), yeah Yeah, yeah-ah (BenjiCold, what the fuck is wrong with you?) [Verse 1: Izaya Tiji & Yeat] She tellin' me that she hate me (Yeah, bitch), I know, but I gotta hit her again (Uh-uh) (Brrt, brrt, brrt) Start hittin' her again, yeah, fuckin' that hoe (Fuckin' that hoe), How much trust you put in yo' bro? I put that Perc in my body, oh-woah, she give sloppy toppy woah (Toppy, yeah, toppy) Broke ass nigga, yeah, go get some dough (Broke ass nigga), Broke ass nigga, yeah, go get some dough (Broke ass nigga) All of these niggas, they schemin' All of these-all of these niggas wan' end me, end me (Yeah) All of these niggas, they schemin' (Yeah) All of these niggas wan' end me (End me) (Brrt) Hoe ass nigga tryna be, me (Be me) Hoe ass nigga tryna lean on me (Uh-huh) Hoe-hoe ass nigga tryna be, me (Mmm) Hoe ass nigga tryna lean on me, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 2: Yeat] How the hell you tryna be the G.O.A.T? (Yeah) How the hell you watching, stealing flows? (Yeah) How the hell you outchea' with no hoes?(Yeah) Yeah, I been outchea' with no goals All of my money in rolls, yeah (Yeah-ah) I told my truck to a Rolls, yeah Fuck this bitch, yeah, she color toes, yeah (Yeah-ah) Racks on us, where we go (Hah, oh) (Hah) Diamonds on us, on a boat (Hah), cut the top and let it breathe Yeah, drop the top and let it smoke (Brrt) Helicopter with these bows (Phew), yeah, Chanelly, Balenci' my toe (Yeah) Give a fuck, I'm insane [?] and I go (Let's go) Yeah, Raf Simons the hoodie (Real), VETEMENTS on the bag (VETEMENTS on the bag) Number (N)ine on the tag (Number (N)ine), Ksubis cheaper than Percs Yeah, talkin' about ten thirties, yeah (Yeah) These kids are online everyday, wanna tweet 'bout some shit, like a birdy (Brrt, brrt) [Verse 3: SeptembersRich] Fuckin' went and brought the racks out (Racks out) I just went and pulled her ass out (Ass out) Fuck the bitch, and then I pass out (Pass out) In the Hellcat, then I crashed out Popped that Perc' and then I passed out Oh you niggas mad 'cause we up now? Put that fifty on that bitch's ass now (Fifty) All I do is get these racks now (Racks), all I do is take the X now (X, bootup) Hunnid racks in our tax now, we got bricks up in that stash house (House) Way too many racks jumped in my pocket I ain't even gotta brag now And Fuck a teacher, I ain't never need a class (Fuck it) All my diamonds real (Real), all your diamonds glass (Fuck y'all niggas) Now we in the hills, I got bitches smashing Caught him out in traffic, split him like im Travis (Caught him out in traffic, split him like im Travis)

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Credits

Writers
  • Yeat
  • Izaya Tiji
  • SeptembersRich