YERRR ft. Sullivan Beats Lyrics

Chris hits the bar for the fourth night in a row

Hes drunk and hyper, and eye witnesses describe him as on a roll

YERR (What)

YERR (What)

YERR (What)

What! What!

YERR

What! What!

I don't give a fuck no more, ayy

You struck a cord, ayy

I'm doin drugs, I quit my job

I'm fuckin raw (Woah)

Tend to lash out, I don't know to stop drinkin

Till I pass out, throwin cash to a chick wit her ass out

Even tho all my credit cards maxed Out (Errr)

I was ten when I first saw my dad house (Ten)

That - couldn't told me not to act out

I'm blackish, emo bitches say my demo classic

Brooklyn niggas flippin taxes, put together that's my demographic

Put the Tesla on automatic, know that mean heavy Traffic (Skrrt)

My life movie gon be pornagraphic, Whip out your titty I'll autograph it

My sound My plot (Me) it's my style they watch (Fuck)

Pussyclot Blood clot Chris fish underground on lock

Huh shhh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch

Huhhh shhh I got a Patek on my wrist 

Huh ewwwh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch

Huhhh shhh I got a Roley on my wrist

Bought a roley not a baby (Yerr)

1000 nudes ya it's crazy (No cap)

Always 99 problems (Hoe)

So she slap me like jayz (Slap oww)

So thicc where that warning (Sheesh)

Make hits when I'm horny (Why)

Eggs and tits in the morning (Yum)

Booty juice when in touring  (Slurp)

She wanna  back it up on me (Uhuh)

Sugar honey and that ice tea (Sweet)

Call me champaign papi (Ah man)

Cuz the care package dropping (Surprise)

I was in her mouth, don't be mad at me

Let you girl know, She got the cavities 

I'm the real thing, you was just practicing

Practicing

Huh shhh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch

Huhhh shhh I got a Patek on my wrist 

Huh ewwwh I don't wan hear shit from a bitch

Huhhh shhh I got a Roley on my wrist