Yeat – 3G Lyrics

Yeat 3G Lyrics (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Psyche out (Psycho)
Yeah, yeah

I’m the first one, I’m gon’ turn up ’til morning
Fuckin’ that bitch and her aunt, yeah (Huh?)
I got the muh’fuckin’ Glock on me, yeah
I got that .40 like, what? Yeah (Glocky)
I don’t need none of these niggas, nuh-uh (Bow)
Mask on my face like I got rock (What?) yeah
Niggas, they talkin’ that shit but not I
None of these niggas they raw (What?)
I done pulled up with a whole lotta guap
Pulled up, a whole lotta knots
I done pulled up with a whole lotta thots
Most of these niggas, they opps, uh
I don’t even know why these niggas they opps
Most of these niggas get popped, uh
That was for free and that shit was for me
That shit, it came with a dot, yeah
That shit, it came with a price, ooh
My neck, it came with some ice, ooh
Fuck on your bitch, that was twice, uh
Fuck on your bitch, that was twice, uh
I had to go outside
‘Cause I feel like I was the only one outta space (Outta space, outta space)
Uh, where am I? (Woah)
Yeah, yeah, outer space (Oh my God)
Yeah (What?), outer space (Oh my God)
Yeah, outer space, yeah (Oh my God)

Outer space, outer space, outer space (Oh my God)
Outer space (Where am I?), outer space, outer space (Oh my God)
Outer space, outer space, outer space (Oh my God)
Outer space, outer space, outer space (Woah, huh?)
Outer space, outer space, outer space (Yeah)
Outer space (Yeah, ayy)

Sheesh, fee, fee
I’ve been countin’ racks ever since 3G (Racks)
Stacking them rackies up, stand like three feet (Yeah)
Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee, hee (Yeah)
My boys, they trapping and selling it
They hitting the block, it go “Hee, hee” (Yeah)
Takin’ the molly, the better days
That shit gon’ hit you like “Hee, hee” (What?)

I just pulled out the Lamb, yeah
I got a slatt like him, yeah
I’m on the side of the Benz, gon’ pull up with molly, I pull up to the VIP (Grrr)
I do this, yeah, I do this, yeah
I’m on the X, I be zooted, yeah (Ugh)
I’m on the Perc, I be fooded (Yeah)
Hop out the four door I swerve, swerve
High, I’m in the sky, I’ma bird, bird
My twizzy sliming, they birds (Lurk)
Yeah, told her “let’s get it” (Get it)
I’ve been up inside the Tonk’, yeah
Who decided you could talk? Yeah (Ack)
I been chillin’ at the top, yeah
My wrist so heavy, it’s a mop (Lil’ mop)
I just called up my lil’ demon, it told me to take every Perc’ ’til it’s gone (Boot up)
I just woke up, take a X for the boot up
Out my mind, bitch, I’m feeling like Buddha (Out my mind)
Perky heavy, gotta send me a photo (Ack)
Stilpane, pour the eight in my soda (Ugh, ugh)

I’ve been countin’ racks ever since 3G (Racks)
Stacking them rackies up, stand like three feet (Yeah)
Yeah, Mike Jackson, hee, hee (Yeah)
My boys, they trapping and selling it
They hitting the block, it go “Hee, hee” (Yeah)

Outer space, outer space, outer space (Oh my God, huh? What?)
Outer space (Where am I?), outer space, outer space (Huh? Oh my God, woah)
Outer space, outer space, outer space (Oh my God)
Outer space, outer space, outer space (Huh?)
Outer space, outer space, outer space (Yeah)
Outer space

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