Asshole - Lil Yachty

Prodigy on the beat I'm a motherfucking asshole, bitch, I'm the shit If I get her to the crib, I gotta hit Made her give it up quick, I robbed the bitch I'on even call it rap, I'm talking shit Me and G-Bo Lean hit, but than socked the bitch It was a one hitter quitter, we dropped the bitch Designer fit with the kicks, I'm confident I'm just a saucy ass nigga, no condiment All I wanna do is eat, I need a meal You can tell that I'm shining when you see the grill If I bust in yo' gut, bitch, eat this pill This nigga belt hella fake, how the fuck he real? I only fuck from the back, I'm a real dog Fruity niggas talking shit, get peeled off Ain't gotta get pay for this fade, I'll still off Cut yo' head from yo' throat and get it mailed off All I do is talk shit, I'm an asshole If I give her good dick, she a bad hoe Me and yo' bitch got history, I've been had those First I put them to the test than I pass hoes Small circle, but I keep a big bankroll We the ones giving L's, we don't take those I be running up a check, I'on chase hoes Handy man with them strips, bitch, I make those 500 on a belt I'on even wear Let her fuck the whole team, I'on even care I ain't stingy with the bitch, nigga, I'ma share Wifing shit that we hit, nigga, you a square Lil' bitch on my dick, I'ma hit the hoe If my bro hit I'on even wanna hit no more Dope dick to yo' bitch might give her a dose When she be feenin' for the dick she be doing the most I ain't even worried 'bout that chain, keep yo' bitch tucked All that speaking on my name get yo' bitch fucked You can't say you fucked my bitch, nigga, which one? Dumb nigga, I can't even pick one I'm married to the money, I don't love bitches I do it for the birds 'cause I love chicken I only give her dick, we ain't tongue kissing I be smoking so much dope, think my lungs missing Rest in peace Mac Dre, fuck the radio I need 15 hunnid for a cameo Bitch, I do it for my bills like Buffalo If my bitch go broke, I'ma let her go

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

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