YAC ft. faucetwater Lyrics

Bitch, I got the fucking check

Bitch, I pull up when it's vet

You can't fucking talk that shit cuz I pull up atcha neck

And I'm fucking aiming atcha and I'm shooting atcha head

You can't fucking talk that shit

Bitch, I pull up and it's red

Bitch, I pull up and it's

Uh, I just might wash up my wrist and I'm cleaning that shit with the blood of this bitch, okay

I just might spit all this shit cuz I crushing this shit like a pack of the ritz, okay

Taking a rip and it's hot

Cooking this shit like a crock

Betting this shit is a lock so I double down all of my numbers

I'm bouta just take the whole pot

Huh, I'm bouta piss, piss, piss

All on your shit, bitch quit

Get out my business quick

I just might pull up and shoot from the hip

I just might cut on my wrist til it drip

I just took molly and drank a whole fifth

I just be swerving the whip and I'm smashing that shit like a foreign lil bitch

Ugh

Alright, fuck you

Tell that to you

I need someone fill it out, given doubt

Every fucking person I'm poppin' right on time out what about?

What you stopping? How you dropping?

In-out, pussy drip in my mouth

Flipping fucking bottles with models

I'm senile, can't remember this verse

When I think about it, what hurts?

Mind to mind to mind to action to stuffing myself with absolutely the worst

Can you feed it?

Can't you see that I will reach my fucking peak

I'm going mental, holes in plans

I'm drilling like lobotomy (shit)

But in the meantime, thought it was peacetime

Fuck (die)

Fortify

In time

Suicide

Make me cry

Back and forth

Side to side

Rangers die

I like Blue

Commit crime

(Double it, fuck)

(Double it)

Spark it up cuz doubled up

My vision blurry, roll it up

I'm writing weird shit down to just see what I have out

Pull it up, don't pull it out

Keep that pussy quiet, we're in a riot

Balenciaga overhead, I'm making bread while getting head

I'm drinking vodka to vodka while going saga to saga, uh

Shootin' blacha to blacha, my Type 99

Yeah, no I'm fine

Yeah, no I'm fine (yeah)

I'm fine, yeah no

I'm fine (fuck)

Every fucking person I'm poppin' right on time out what about?

What you stopping? How you dropping?

In-out, pussy drip in my mouth

Flipping fucking bottles with models

I'm alive (fuck)