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(альбом: Summer Songs 2 - 2016)

[Lil Yachty:]
Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat
Yeah and I'm tired of all you pussy ass niggas hating on boat cause y'all see that nigga shining
Y'all see that nigga stunting
Y'all see that nigga up next nigga
Fuck y'all niggas, uh

Bitch I'm the realest you've ever seen
And my new bitch, she a model from Africa
Any fine bitch with an ass, I'm going after ya
22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bag
Pussy nigga got behind the wheel and tried to race Lil Boat, well that's a cruise for a wreck
Stay with the Tec, gotta check on my neck
I need eight for a show
Buzzing like Dolph with the blow
Fuck you pussies bitch I still being Ricky with you
Wanna cookie cause you got connect?
Nigga play hookie when they see it's Boat time
Ice on my wrist got you thinking it's cold time
Duck or that bitch make you lean on your shoulder
Shoot for my views now you thinking it's over
Skrt-skrt that Rover I spent a whole six up in dota
Margiela my collar, I look like my father
Why G even bother? I'm rich so I'm better
26 shit, I dropped it on my sweater
Just cause it's real leather, Versace my feathers
King sized set with the pillows
Dick in her pussy, she call me her hero
Dick in her mouth like a motherfucking churro
Nut so fat like a fucking burrito
Shout out to Ketie her pussy my sweetie
I lick it then stick it then kick it right on 'em
Then kick it right on to my brother
Never fuck none of these hoes without rubbers
Bitch I'm so fly I can float on a cover
Now I see why you mad cause I made it over night
And your bitch love Boat, now I see you wanna fight
And I just cannot help it because she think that I'm right
And she don't like you cause your music not exciting

[G Herbo:]
Aye, Lil Boat, QC, what up?
150 DT, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, aye

Bitch it's G Herbo, swerving so much
Watch them start calling me Swervo
In the M6 two door drop with the turbo
Engine from Russia, my Balmains for Bergdorf
My lil ho from Merlow
Killas like Milo
Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows
Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos
Splat out them shells and you ducking your taco and come back tomorrow
Mrs. Light Copper, Rollie or Beam, my bracelet that Tahoe
Riding an ace in a wraith through Chicago
Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go
Blunts full of posto
Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko
Got a white bitch snorting lines, they El Chapo
Loading up 30's and couting up guap'll get top in my auto
Oops I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills
Remember them nights I was serving with no deals
Lil bro ass lurking, he gon' kill, rolling off four pills
My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I'm O'Neal
Get face to face with them cops and I don't squeal
Snitch to the bitch but he went and did more years
Niggas a whole steal
Wake up, get more bills
Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I'm Bo Deal
While in Miami we riding on four wheels
500 deep, got the ops hiding for years
Pop down, go trill
Glock color oatmeal
Know what I mean, bitch it's brown, it ain't no steel
Riding, we lurking, you better keep your steel
You gotta be ready to use it in broad day
You know little bro will

Ay, G Herbo 150 dream team, bitch, shout out coach
Lil Boat what up