YACHT Lyrics

Yo, aint nobody harder than me at this shit bruh

I promise, you can try your hardest and you wont ever take me down

Fuck any round, you cant throw me to the damn ground

Cause ill get back up and ill unload my rounds!

I'm pushing my limit (BRR)

I gotta keep pushing I'm winning (Yeah)

They sit on my case like a lawyer (Huh)

They telling me boy get your minutes

I'm pushing my limit (Huh)

I gotta keep pushing I'm winning (Yeah)

They sit on my case like a lawyer (Lawyer)

They telling me boy get your minutes

I gotta go get it I don't wanna stop

Uh

I don't wanna stop

I don't want a lot

Uh Uh

I want my respect

Cop momma a yacht (Brrrr bop)

I don't wanna stop

I don't want a lot (BOP BOP BOP)

I want my respect

Cop momma a yacht

I don't want a lot

Raise up your glass it's the main event (Uh)

Fuck bending the game imma leave a dent

My bed and my sheets still got her scent (Yeah)

I'm a gentleman but I'm genuine (HUH)

You talking shit I ain't settling (Hah)

You loving smoke need a sedative (Yeah)

My only hopes my adrenaline (Brr brr brr BOP)

I gotta keep going dawg I gotta get it

No I cannot do it for bitches that stripping

I gotta just do it for me cause I'm pimping

I'm feeling like Jordan but I got no pippen

Butler in the finals I gotta go win it

Lordy please save me I know I been sinning

I pilot my Honda just like a pussy I'm whipping

You rappers ain't hard I'm breaking the ceiling

Cause I'll be on top

Uh

I want my respect cop momma a yacht! (Brr Brr BOP)

I dont want a lot

I dont wanna stop (Yeah uh)

Uh

I want my respect

Cop momma a yacht

I DONT WANT A LOT

I DONT WANT A LOT!

Wait hol up hol up hol up bitch you gon pause me?

Give a fuck bout a pause

Now I'm coming right back on the bargain

Let that shit drop bitch I'm feeling too awesome

My name is JayyTeee like that baller from Boston

And if you don't like it you turn to a carcass

I'm feeling myself On the beat bitch im buzzing

I'm stunting on anything platinum you running

For gold cause you digging and hunting

Shit hold up

They didn't like me

They said I was psycho to fuck up my psyche

I'm highly too likely to kill y'all beside me

Cause I been on edge and I been on edge

No wonder why none of you bitches invite me to nothing but try me

I wanna just stay at my crib

rapping like a fucking maniac

Homocidal acrobat driving a Cadillac

Problems with vision my cateracts acting up

Lyrical insomniac shit how do that work?

Just like that choppa from oh quest meant to say we blessed

Like a gold vest now we dont stress trynna be fresh

Treating this shit like a bench press, yeah HUH

Treating this shit like a bench press

Dont wanna stop

I dont want a lot

I want my respect

Cop momma a yacht

I dont want a lot

I DONT WANT A LOT!