Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wet Like A Boat , by - Lil Yachty. Release date: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wet Like A Boat |
| Cito |
| Mitch Mula, drop that bumboclaat |
| Diamonds they wet like a boat |
| Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast |
| Couldn’t keep his mouth closed, I know that he told |
| Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour |
| I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad |
| Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load |
| We pour up the red, it’s more than a deuce |
| Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe |
| Drop the top, feel the wind |
| In the Ferrari redder than Clifford |
| In a safari, my neck on a river |
| My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard |
| I’m with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot |
| Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke |
| I’m in the back, my bitch is a model |
| She blow on my dick like a wooden flute |
| Keed don’t talk to nobody for free |
| Heard he be gettin' his water from G |
| Boat gettin' his water from Z |
| Ice my neck, give me some skis |
| Roll with my dawgs like some motherfuckin' fleas |
| Bet I got so many hoes overseas |
| Got a bitch named Alicia that play with them keys |
| Elliot diamonds, they cold like a freezer |
| Do the bitch wrong, then I might try to please her |
| Niggas so turnt, bitch, broke off the meter |
| Chopper, they shook his ass up like a seizure |
| They see the gang, get amnesia |
| Bitch, I’m with Keed and Big Boat |
| Vibes everywhere, tryna race to they throat |
| Drop the frontend if you want a show |
| He want a verse, I’ma send him a quote |
| Get in the booth and just go |
| I never wrote down no note |
| I know these niggas some hoes |
| If they drownin', I won’t even throw them a float |
| All of my young niggas tote |
| All of my niggas, they go |
| YSL ballin' for real |
| And I walked in the mall and spent ten on a coat (Slatt) |
| Diamonds they wet like a boat |
| Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast |
| Couldn’t keep his mouth closed, I know that he told |
| Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour |
| I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad |
| Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load |
| We pour up the red, it’s more than a deuce |
| Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe |
| Drop the top, feel the wind |
| In the Ferrari redder than Clifford |
| In a safari, my neck on a river |
| My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard |
| I’m with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot |
| Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke |
| I’m in the back, my bitch is a model |
| She blow on my dick like a wooden flute |
| Back with a whole 'nother verse |
| I’m in the front of the line like a hearse |
| Get out of line and get murked |
| Rap and I shoot, that’s a gift and a curse |
| I cannot Milly Rock, I’m tryna cop me a new Richard Mille |
| I really came from the bottom |
| Young nigga grindin' so hard, I was just trappin' and dealin' |
| No, we do not got no feelings |
| Yes, we gon' shoot at his ceiling |
| Runnin' with robbers and killers |
| We put that iron in his mouth like a filling |
| Then catch your bitch, give her sexual healing |
| Chasin' the bag, tryna get me some millions |
| I hit the trap and I made me a killing |
| Boy, your friend crazy, boy, take you some, really |
| These lil' niggas be killin' me |
| I cannot fuck with no leech |
| Can’t bring no sand to the beach |
| I make the call and I make the hit |
| I make my young niggas eat |
| We get the bag, yeah, back to back |
| So many hoes, yeah, we fuckin', they chose |
| She tryna ball like cancer and I’m the G.O.A.T |
| Came from the rags to riches, me, Duke, and Lil Boat (Woo) |
| We tote these fifties in coach (Woo) |
| I’m callin' the plays like the coach (Woo) |
| I got on Water by G (Woo) |
| These diamonds, they wet like your ho |
| Ayy, nigga, I’m real as they come |
| Keep an SK with a drum |
| Earring as big as a thumb |
| My bitch got ass like a peach |
| My bitch got ass like a plum |
| These new niggas know they my son |
| I give 'em the drip for fun, bee |