paroles de chanson Run Thëy Mouth - Yeat

When you level up you get that money like it's Follywood
And when you get that money, will you come up out that?
When you level up you get that money like it's Follywood
And wouldn't you get surprised with this shit?
I don't like surprises at all

Just got off that billion dollar call
Told the coach to put me 'cause I'm just tryna ball
I go up in every season, even in the fall
I won't talk about 'em, I just cut 'em off
But they love to talk about me, love to run they mouth
Yeah, you love to run ya mouth, but you ain't said shit

And you quick to say you'd do it, but you never did
If you talking to a God keep it short and quick
I'm busy living all this life that you'll never live
And y'all dick sucking, take my balls out ya mouth
I got four rings, four albums, bitch, I'm out
I was alive for 4L, but it's up two Me for after now
You red, you need to take a breath before you pass out
Yeat

Yeah, uh, and these diamonds on 'em
When I walk inside this bitch I feel like Stevie Wonder
I can't see nobody, nobody can see me
But everything I do is done in 3D
After everything I did I know they need me
I don't ever wish 'em well, I just hope they bleed
Yeah, I just hope you bleed
My body fiending for some dopamine

You always talking but I ain't heard a thing
You always talking behind that fucking screen
They told me, "Yeat, go do your fuckin' thing"
Get yo' money up, bitch, you can't fuck wit' me
100 bands not a fucking dub, you a scrub
Get swept under rug, and get squished like bug on 'em
Ion need no love I just need a tug
I just need my drug, I'm fucked up and I fucked up on 'em

When you level up you get that money like it's Follywood
And when you get that money, will you come up out that?
When you level up you get that money like it's Follywood
And wouldn't you get surprised with this shit?
I don't like surprises at all
Just got off that billion dollar call

Told the coach to put me 'cause I'm just tryna ball
I go up in every season, even in the fall
I won't talk about 'em, I just cut 'em off
But they love to talk about me, love to run they mouth
Yeah, you love to run ya mouth, but you ain't said shit
And you quick to say you'd do it, but you never did

If you talking to a God keep it short and quick
I'm busy living all this life that you'll never live
And y'all dick sucking, take my balls out ya mouth
I got four rings, four albums, bitch, I'm out
I was alive for 4L, but it's up two Me for after now
You red, you need to take a breath before you pass out
Yeat

Yeah, uh, and these diamonds on 'em
When I walk inside this bitch I feel like Stevie Wonder
I can't see nobody, nobody can see me
But everything I do is done in 3D
After everything I did I know they need me
I don't ever wish 'em well, I just hope they bleed
Yeah, I just hope you bleed
My body fiending for some dopamine