Yacht Club lyrics

[Intro]
(Earl on the beat)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up
All the bad hoes wanna top us
Too many wild parties on the yacht
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club

[Verse: Lil Yachty & Juice WRLD]
Ayy, ayy, air it out
Pull up at your spot, and I air it out
Gang on the gas and it's very loud
Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out
I been sippin' lean, tryna slow me down
I need me a b*tch that'll hold me down
Gang comin' strong, yeah, we rollin' out
Throw a party like Rolling Loud
Ayy, don't come unless you stayin' focused
Soldiers like 10-4, sent your b*tch the info
Feelin' real blessed with Juice, that's my kinfolk
Bless up, she tell me I'm a god, get on her knees for confession
Sent a vid to her n*gga, had to teach a lesson
Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section
Juice, why these pus*y ass n*ggas always pressin'?
I don't know, let 'em talk, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Blessed boys under twenty-one, steady flexin'
I'm gettin' too rich, can't do flights with connections
40 on my hip, I won't fight, b*tch, I'm reckless
Codeine what I sip, that sh*t come in straight from Texas
Reach for my chain, you'll get beat just like Nexus
Lamborghini dreams, but you still drive a Lexus
I'm a young king, I might f*ck Alexis Texas
But I ain't on no Drake sh*t, I won't get her pregnant
Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless
And I feel you until I get her naked
When I get up in it, I might have to stay in
Well, if she goin' like that, let's run a train then
f*ck, I think I nutted in her, I might need a playpen
And a stroller
How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover
No games, but I Xbox control her
She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework
40 in my pants, that b*tch thought it was a boner
If I go broke, I'ma jugg off Motorolas
But now I'm up in France, Lil Boat, that's my mans
We get the green and then we fly around like Peter Pan
That's cool, but I just thought 'bout somethin', wait (What?)
This baby got your face
So f*ck that lil' baby boy, it's back to the place
Back to the trap, back to the gang
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (Runnin' the guap up)
All the bad hoes wanna top us (They wanna top us)
Too many wild parties on the yacht (Oh, oh)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (Out the yacht club)

[Outro: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Oh, oh, oh
This sh*t finna be hard
sh*t hard