Final Form
Lil Yachty
GENRE
[Verse 1]
I ain’t never got the respect that I truly deserved
That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby)
F8 do two hundred, I’m destined to swerve
All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds
So when my brother got them birds, we stunted on nerds
They ain’t fucking then it’s up, we puntin' them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we movе in a herd
Ask her how I'm pull in 'em Ms, from rhyming my words
How thеse bitches lose a spot, from irkin' my nerves
I don’t wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor
I don’t wanna be your man, you don’t know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might’ve burnt myself twice chasing dirty whores
I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S’more
Gave this bitch a thousand knowing that she want more
And I’m ruthless
I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris
I refuse to do what he do, you ain’t my bitch
I ain’t buyin’ you no watch, that ain’t my wrist
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas
Wouldn't nobody gave a fuck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga
If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga?
If I get shot, who at my wake standin’ beside me, nigga?
Who finna take care of my moms and my sister
When they cryin’ to my picture and they the only ones who really miss me?
Everybody else gon’ go on with they damn life
And my bitch'll probably go and be somebody wife
That’s why my back against the wall and I be thinking twice
'Cause would these niggas pay my bills if I couldn’t keep on lights
Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right
I think about my brother Black Gwaluh every night
The lobby tryna hold him down, give ‘em every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
I'm really standin’ on my toes, like you niggas fried
I ain’t breaking shit down ever, I’m gon’ sell the pie
[Outro]
Mm
I ain’t breaking shit down, I’m gon’ sit up high
From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly
Ooh, Michigan Boy Boat, yeah
My final form, nigga
Let’s get it
Slatt
I ain’t never got the respect that I truly deserved
That's why I park them double Ms and Rs on the curb (Helluva made this beat, baby)
F8 do two hundred, I’m destined to swerve
All my life these niggas hated, they really some birds
So when my brother got them birds, we stunted on nerds
They ain’t fucking then it’s up, we puntin' them nerds
We pull up and set the tone, we movе in a herd
Ask her how I'm pull in 'em Ms, from rhyming my words
How thеse bitches lose a spot, from irkin' my nerves
I don’t wanna be your friend, you niggas is poor
I don’t wanna be your man, you don’t know your credit score
Know you burnt your shit out tryna impress the core
Might’ve burnt myself twice chasing dirty whores
I done slapped this bitch out, we just made a S’more
Gave this bitch a thousand knowing that she want more
And I’m ruthless
I refuse to take that bitch to Ruth's Chris
I refuse to do what he do, you ain’t my bitch
I ain’t buyin’ you no watch, that ain’t my wrist
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I done broke my bank a hundred times to help these niggas
Wouldn't nobody gave a fuck if I wasn't wealthy, nigga
If I get jammed, how many bitches finna write me, nigga?
If I get shot, who at my wake standin’ beside me, nigga?
Who finna take care of my moms and my sister
When they cryin’ to my picture and they the only ones who really miss me?
Everybody else gon’ go on with they damn life
And my bitch'll probably go and be somebody wife
That’s why my back against the wall and I be thinking twice
'Cause would these niggas pay my bills if I couldn’t keep on lights
Bitch say I'm too distant from her, I got every right
I think about my brother Black Gwaluh every night
The lobby tryna hold him down, give ‘em every strike
I really think his lawyer sweet, we might black his eyes
I'm really standin’ on my toes, like you niggas fried
I ain’t breaking shit down ever, I’m gon’ sell the pie
[Outro]
Mm
I ain’t breaking shit down, I’m gon’ sit up high
From the D to the A, I'ma let it fly
Ooh, Michigan Boy Boat, yeah
My final form, nigga
Let’s get it
Slatt
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