YK DAT Lyrics

Fuck it, don't wanna be sad, I'm up in my bag

Save that for the journal, they threw me up in that cell

I swear it was hell, they threw me a hurdle

But you know God gon prevail, I feel like a visionary

Call me Virgil, nigga

Who the fuck is these new niggas that I never heard of

Bitch, I'm going to the top, you know that

Im finna pop, you know that

My shit is too fire whenever they play it, they on it like rock

You know that

I can't be stopped, you know that

My moves, they watch, you know that

That bitch is a fiend, didn't wanna leave, so I got her blocked

You know that, they wanna break me down

They wanna keep me trapped, no, no, fuck em

I was in my hitty-bitty-bitty bag, now I'm in my duffel

Niggas be sayin' yo solar think you need a break

I ain't touch a Millie, though, how

Bitch, she want me to be her, be her man

Be her sugar daddy and above

Swear I be hoppin' from another bitch to another bitch

Like I'm on the run, bad, bad, like I'm Joe Son

Where my diamond glove, I'm the king, nigga

Shorty always tryna ring niggas

That ain't gon' get you a ring, nigga

Sippin' on this drink, got me activated

I feel like I got wings, bitch

I wanna have a menage a trois with a lil' thotty

And my main, bitch

That lil hoe better not say shit

Gotta get that bitch an NDA

She want me to be her, but I wasn't gonna love her anyway

Fuck it, don't wanna be sad, I'm up in my bag

Save that for the journal

They threw me up in that cell, I swear it was hell

They threw me a hurdle

But you know God gon prevail

I feel like a visionary, call me Virgil, nigga

And who the fuck is these new niggas that I never heard of

Bitch, I'm healthy, doin' well, you know that

Ringin' the bell, you know that

They tryna press a nigga, ain't no talk

Givin' niggas hell, you know that

Still fuck twelve, you know that

Aint never fail, you know that

I was born to be a star, my soul, I can never sell, you know that

Bitch

Okay

Suck my dick, nigga

Let's go

You stupid, dumb bitches

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

You bitches think you fuckin' with Solar

No, no, bitch, no

You niggas is not fuckin' with Solar

You bitches is not fuckin' with him

You little bitches, you little LB-ass bitches

You LB-ass niggas

Stop fuckin' with him, stop fuckin' with him

There's a pyramid, you on the bottom, bitch

Bottom bitch

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Big nigga, not the little one

Not the little one at all

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Still fuck twelve, you know that

Ringin' the bell, you know that