Yeat Impatient (feat. Oodaredevil)
[Chorus: Yeat]
I've been on molly for weeks
Got a bitch, gon' come that way
Need me a Patek Philippe
Just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm falling asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin'
Fuck it, crash the whip (Yeah, yeah), crash the whip
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
Fuck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pussy, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas that I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Johnny, yeah (Yeah)
In the red house, trap dirt, yeah
I hit track, bae
The money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
She call me, she wanna have my babies
Got some hoes, you can't ever play me (No no)
[Verse 1: OODareDevil]
Guns with thirties, I needa sleep
Drop 'til my money on me
They say "Boy, you be singin' like Lee" (Yeah, yeah)
I'm mixed up the C with double G
Got a bitch named Gawk, I don't know, I ain't see (Bitch)
And I'm sippin' Adderall, I don't know what I see
All my demons on go mode, don't test me
Big body Benz take off, go vroom
In this bitch with two baddies, gimme a room
Fuck on that bitch, when she jump, it go broom
I been flexin' on niggas, got nothin' to prove
I stay with a figure, we sippin' on juice
I been high for way too many days
And money on the line, bitches on the line
Man, I got too many plays (Yeah)
I get that money like four ways (Uh)
She gon' eat on the dick for a play
Got my wrist in the pot, stir it, pour an eight
No cap, got a plug named Horay
Niggas scrapin' that pot crack, gourmet (Dub)
I got Tech in my cup, ain't no Chardonnay
Mixin' molly with Addy, been up for days
And I ain't tryna wait (Yeah)
[Chorus: Yeat]
I've been on molly for weeks
Got a bitch, gon' come that way
Need me a Patek Philippe
Just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm falling asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin'
Fuck it, crash the whip (Yeah, yeah), crash the whip
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
Fuck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pussy, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas that I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Johnny, yeah (Yeah)
In the red house, trap dirt, yeah
I hit track, bae
The money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
She call me, she wanna have my babies
Got some hoes, you can't ever play me (No no)
[Verse 2: Yeat]
Rudin' 'round, 'round in that bih', yeah
Foreign designer my feet, yeah
I been fed up 'cause I'm weak
Too many sandy cheeks at the beach (Yeah)
On the road, she on littering
I just went double cup the smithereens
Yeah, I'm fresh, I feel like Listerine
With a Palm Angels jacket, baguette on my ring, yeah
Vroom, run it- run it up like I play for the Bucks (Skrrt)
I'm goin' up, I don't really need no love (No)
Be on my team, my ring, my mothafuckin' scene (It's a scene, it's a scene, yeah)
Take an Oxy and I go in, a million years (Yeah)
I done just hopped in the coupe, I'm goin' fast (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's a language, it's fluent, I'm talkin' 'bout cash (Oh, yeah)
I just spent like seven on some RAFs (God damn)
I'm f..ckin' your lil' bitty bitch and I gave her a rash (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: Yeat]
I've been on molly for weeks
Got a bitch, gon' come that way
Need me a Patek Philippe
Just so I know that I made it
I'm happy, I'm falling asleep
'Cause of the- 'Cause of the money I'm makin'
Fuck it, crash the whip (Yeah, yeah), crash the whip
Big body Benz, it beep (Beep)
Fuck it, now I'm gettin' you wet
I don't want criticism, don't need a peer
Eatin' that pussy, I go for a year
Sip on the lean, sip on no beer
And the gas that I'm smokin', it's from Mars, it's not here
I'm so high, how could I steer?
Shootin' a deer like Johnny, yeah (Yeah)
In the red house, trap dirt, yeah
I hit track, bae
The money, it's fast, it's faster
I know that she hate me (Hate me)
She call me, she wanna have my babies
Got some hoes, you can't ever play me (No no)
