Adore Me - Lil Yachty

I'm pouring lean up for the fun (Yeah) I pour my lean up while I think about this love (Yeah) Tell me why you're givin' up Swear I love this bitch but she gon' break my heart Can you assure me? Can you assure me? Send it to OT, twenties and forties (Skrr, skrr) Pussy so sexy, red like some raw meat Can you adore me? Can you adore me? Yeah My Amiri's are fitted Goin' on vicious Baby girl running up digits Send my young boy away on a mission Now his Mama think he's missing In the trenches, still we're sinning OT, still we're sinning (Making money in my kitchen, babe, you're stuck up in it) Saw lil' shawty in some Balmain jeans Pulled up in a foreign coupe, it was clean If we ever fuck, I'ma make you scream Chanaynay kicks with the Mike Amiri matching jeans Coco on the floor, freak-o chokin' me, throwin' out the sweets I'm pouring lean up for the fun (Yeah) I pour my lean up while I think about this love (Yeah) Tell me why you're givin' up Swear I love this bitch but she gon' break my heart Can you assure me? Can you assure me? Send it to OT, twenties and forties (Skrr, skrr) Pussy so sexy, red like some raw meat Can you adore me? Can you adore me? Up in the kitchen again, whipping the crack with a match and a Benzo She will not fuck round her friends, order a Uber and send all her friends home Now we're just trapping again, twenty on Lyca sims and we've got end crows (Yeah) Lean in my cup and I feel like I'm dead though, used to be dead broke (Huh) Eat that pussy, backseat in this foreign car LB pull up with a brand new Audemars (Piguet) Diamonds dancing, this watch belongs in this dark Ate that pussy so good, all she did was laugh I'm pouring lean up for the fun (Yeah) I pour my lean up while I think about this love (Yeah) Tell me why you're givin' up Swear I love this bitch but she gon' break my heart Can you assure me? Can you assure me? Send it to OT, twenties and forties (Skrr, skrr) Pussy so sexy, red like some raw meat Can you adore me? Can you adore me?

ISO, ISO, ISO Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah She get so high, she get stoned She get lit, then she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' Ayy, ayy Dealin' with this fame (Fame) Dealin' for this love before my name got so big Shootin' in the paint (Swish) Baby girl be sippin' on the drank (Drank, drank) She get high, she get stoney She never leave from my side She never leave a nigga lonely I know shawty that gon' ride I knew she my ride or die Point your hands to the sky 'Cause, baby girl, that's where we goin' She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' I could take away from the pain (Take away) Get you cars and houses up in yo' name (In yo' name) Keep that shit a hunnid, all I'm sayin' (All I'm sayin') You be geekin' out this world, don't you babe? (Don't you babe?) She be turnt out, ex-nigga burnt out With the Lambo, go on 'head and burn out Boy, that's my bitch, what is your concern 'bout? She look straight, man I got lil baby turned out Super Prada, the way that you turned out Diamond in the rough that I picked out (Gang, gang) She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin'

I've seen now, well, I've seen failure a few times, more recently than before actually Y'know, it's quite interesting how much more complicated things get when you become Quote on quote, "rich and famous" I said, I said quote on quote because, y'know, one man's rich can be stuff from poverty And it's hard to explain that when you're so narrow minded, seeing the world with two eyes shut And I realize that now some people can't feel what they haven't seen So there's no point in me trying to explain my troubles, huh It's not that I don't think that anyone cares about- I think, like, it's up to me to fix or deal with them, y'know? I kinda look at everything, like, well, no matter what, I mean, it could be worse Y'know, like, okay, say, say, like, I lost a finger, okay, well, I still have nine Or, or even like, when someone broke into my house I felt like, well One certainly needed more than I did, these things are replacable, y'know? It kinda just helps with stress levels to think that way, y'know? Kinda like, uh, it could be worse, oh, well Easier said than done, I'm sure, huh But failure? Oh man, failure, that took time to understand, y'know? Like, failure doesn't mean defeat, more so, like, try again, shit, try even harder Revise your steps and rewrite your future Failure to me isn't, like always a negative thing More so, more so like just a way to relook at things, and you never know how close you are to success

Lil Boat! Baby girl this ain't a dream I keep like 6 in my jeans Everything ain't what it seems But I'm really rich, what you mean? Oh baby come blow a young fellow like chello I wanna stuff you then lick you and stick you Just like a lil rello I'm too complex, shoulda, called me Marc Ecko Hunnits all over the floor like rose petals Chains on my neck like I won a gold medal I'll pop her shit just like kettle Fuckin' with me, you'll get lost in the sauce like... oh oh I got 22 diamonds, they're brighter I stay with my shooter and he'll put that heat to your head like hairdryer Nigga never been a liar No, no Free all my real niggas locked up Bitches come 'round when the stock's up I give a fuck if you're not us I give a fuck if you're not us I thought you knew I ain't give a fuck Ice on my neck cost a Tonka truck Please do not call up my phone if it's not 'bout bucks I ain't ever been a runner up no Cry me a river, bitch get out Nut on her face, that's my kids' house I'm from the South like a slave's house We just count money and fuck on these hoes We just count money and fuck on these hoes Yeah, yeah If you ain't gettin' money, you broke, bitch I ain't never fuck with no broke bitch Fangs on my teeth like a fork, pitch I mean pitchfork, damn I'm gettin' brain like a dork Young nigga hopped off the porch My bitch do white like Scott Storch Ain't no nigga gonna extort me Beam at his head like Hindu Beat up that pussy like Ryu Pussy so bald just like Caillou He'll pay a band to get by you Young nigga, I do not tie shoes I really don't give a fuck I'll drop that nut on her butt Young nigga nasty as fuck Chrome to his head like Daft Punk Don't make me open my trunk Bro got the gas like a skunk He been servin' from the jump, oh

Buddah bless this beat It's us! Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh (hit 'em with the Jab) Keepin' the keys on, uh, yeah Keepin' the keys to the Wock', I'ma pull out (boys) Go, okay, slatt Yeah, 'crete Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gimme the keys to the 'crete, I'ma pull out Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (skrrt, 'crete) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma, uh, skrrt, uh Go, I'm on the top of that shit, yeah Okay, okay Earl On The Beat (okay, concrete boys) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out (yeah) Walk in the spot, 50 deep with the tool out They know that it's us, show out at the cookout (slatt, go) We getting money, don't care 'bout what they on (us) Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone, in a suit with a stick like Capone (beep) Bo for the Jackson, like shamone I took the chrome to chrome (shamone) I took this bitch, I boned (beezy) I made her leave her phone, yes (yeah, oh) Who said we ain't made records? (Go) Rich-ass still eating Checkers Still pull up, double decker (boys) Still control the whole Mecca Still that nigga, still (still) I still fuck her, I will (will) Might put this bitch in my will (will) (Man, you're gon' do what? This nigga trippin', I'm from, nigga) (It's us!) Chill Fuckin' this bitch in the hills, I ain't even lick her, she wet as a eel Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (oh my God) Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin', I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (walk) Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin', on God, I really be flossin' (walk) Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back, put the pussy inside of a coffin