BË QUIET Testo
Testo BË QUIET
Poppin' shit, chasin' bitches, it's a lifestyle
(Woo-woo, give me that back) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I'm still high as shit, I'm still high
I said, "Fly (Fly)", shit
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah)
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah
I'm a billionaire 'member? (Woo), I'm a geek star, remember
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you
Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black
Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me
Smack they ass with revеrsible belts like it's LV (Ha)
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Woah)
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah (Nothin')
Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV
Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton
Now tell me you can't tell this custom
Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin'
See my dope, yeah, you cuffin'
I'm tryna get high as shit (Fly, shit)
I stay high as me
I get fly as wings (Don't I?) I can hardly sleep (Hardly)
Every day Halloween
I don't want weed, I'm on a bean
I'm a roller, not a stoner
Even rehab gon' hurt
You can't even pay me to be sober
So fly, thought I could fly
Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (Yeah)
Eight percs to the face, need a chauffeur
Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?"
Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese
Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony
357 sport, lookin' for, 'member me?
Paid me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't zelle me shit
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Tryna cut your head off (Yeah)
Yeah, diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh
Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah
I'm a billionaire 'member? (Woo), I'm a geek star, remember
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you (Woah)
Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black
Fuck what you said, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me
Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha)
Bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm set to sail, yeah, don't help me (Woah)
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah
Drop the ski mask, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black
(Woo-woo, give me that back) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I'm still high as shit, I'm still high
I said, "Fly (Fly)", shit
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah)
Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah
I'm a billionaire 'member? (Woo), I'm a geek star, remember
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you
Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black
Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me
Smack they ass with revеrsible belts like it's LV (Ha)
Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (Woah)
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah (Nothin')
Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV
Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton
Now tell me you can't tell this custom
Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin'
See my dope, yeah, you cuffin'
I'm tryna get high as shit (Fly, shit)
I stay high as me
I get fly as wings (Don't I?) I can hardly sleep (Hardly)
Every day Halloween
I don't want weed, I'm on a bean
I'm a roller, not a stoner
Even rehab gon' hurt
You can't even pay me to be sober
So fly, thought I could fly
Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (Yeah)
Eight percs to the face, need a chauffeur
Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?"
Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese
Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony
357 sport, lookin' for, 'member me?
Paid me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't zelle me shit
Way too rich, LYFESTYLE
Off with what? Tryna cut your head off (Yeah)
Yeah, diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah
Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh
Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh
Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh
Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh
Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah
I'm a billionaire 'member? (Woo), I'm a geek star, remember
I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you (Woah)
Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al
Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black
Fuck what you said, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me
Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha)
Bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm set to sail, yeah, don't help me (Woah)
Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah
Drop the ski mask, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black
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