Lyrics Yeet - Destorm Power

Yeet

Unless your ass ain’t never been on Vine you’ll know what this shit means
Turn Up, Turn Up, Turn Up
Okay as soon as I hit the club Imma yeet (yeet)
Everybody staring while I hit my yeet (yeet)
Bitch can’t do it like me, now watch me yeet (yeet yah, yeet)
Yeet, Yeet, Yeet
I got these rappers all up in their feelings
This single’ll probably sell a half a million
I still ain’t signed no contract, so why you shook
I studied hard so I could do it off the books
Girl I can make the bed squeak
I could make your day better
Taking shots with
Beed, Bach, and Mayweather
We out in Vegas, fucking faded, took a short hiatus
And now I’m back with this yeet shit for all you haters
Niggas popping shit, don’t make me have to call in favors
Stuck together like Catdog, and now they mad cuz all us made it
We LA’s finest, LA’s vinest, that’s the fan for life
On my Adam Silver shit, you’ll get banned for life
Bitchh
Summertime’s coming, waiting on that i8 to drop
On sunset with a bad bitch, still screaming out «I hate the cops»
Yo girl aight, my girl’s all right, Now sit back and watch her yeet
Better face, better waist, she got a better ass and better feet
Now she on the wall and she upside down
Girl let me fill that cup right now
Tell me you want to talk later, talk later?
Bitch, what’s up right now?
Gave you all a chance to eat, gave you all chance to play
Back Marty McFly nigga, if you ain’t got the then sway
55 wagging, can’t blame a nigga for bragging
Got platinum on my head like Sisqo the dragon
Wonders on the beat, so a nigga gonna eat
Now YEET!
East coast, west coast, everybody in it
Do the rifle dance now bring it to your feet
Pull your guns out (Grat ta ta)
Shoot em down
Arm up, throw it back, and take it to the ground