Yea Yea lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
Yo
Yo, Pi'erre‚ you wanna come out here?

[Verse]
Big knots get a n*gga Xd out
b*tch‚ I'm rich‚ I'm tryna f*ck on every thot
b*tch, I'm rich, I'm tryna beat your neck out
Savage got the .40 with the red dot
Savage made a quarter mil' off "Red Opps"
Yeah‚ n*gga, I ain't never filled out a job app'
Your favorite rapper keyboard, I swear that n*gga all cap
All my n*ggas real fans‚ all of 'em all clap
21 Savage, I be hangin' where the check be
I don't want the pus*y, lil' b*tch, just neck me
b*tch, you tryna screenshot a n*gga, don't text me
I don't wanna be your boyfriend, I'm your bestie, yeah, yeah
Spend a whole lot of bills, n*gga, yeah, yeah
House all in the hills, n*gga, yeah, yeah
Suck that di*k until it spill, baby, yeah, yeah
I get nasty, I'm ill, baby, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on me real big, yeah, yeah
I put a 30 on a SIG, yeah, yeah
Balenciagas on my kids, yeah, yeah
I'm doing donuts in the 6, yeah, yeah
Got a stick with a knife, don't get chopped up
Carbon with the silencer, make a n*gga silence ya
Oh, you think you tough because you run around on that Molly, huh
I ain't even gonna acknowledge ya
All my n*ggas bodied up
Ran up a bag then I went and bought a Rari
If I hurt your feelings, my bad, I'm sorry
Got a lot of choppers, I ain't talking 'bout no Harleys
Slaughter Gang, n*gga, we just shot up the party
I'ma let the diamonds talk for me, yeah
Make a model b*tch walk for me, yeah
You better swallow, b*tch, don't act bougie
You better not act like you don't see your friend choosing
All that ass, b*tch, let a n*gga squeeze it
This hard work, b*tch, pimpin' ain't easy
I buy b*tches new cars all season
I spoil all my hoes for no reason