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In the Yeat talk States, the song entered at number 42 on the Billboard Hot Kieran Press-Reynolds of Pitchfork noted the song's harsh instrumentals and unnerving background vocals, yeat talk, writing: "Police sirens set a frantic scene, and then a shrieking synth catapults Yeat's flexes into the sky: "Head 1 up on these charts, we yeat talk or what? Barely any other major label rap production in sounds as unhinged and off-kilter as this. Contents move to sidebar hide.

Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat come on, man Man, this nigga on another world right now They said, uh, niggas was gettin' tazed Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy shit right here Real twizzy shit right here real twizzy shit right here You guys don't know 'bout it Jump out at the show uh, I'm working on dying , jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job BNYX 'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe "Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go Huh, riding in that big lil' ass Tonka truck Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me I got my blicky tucked Headin' number one up on these charts Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what? A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh And I just brought in some Ms, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun hey, hey, hey I went and painted the Benz I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother My slime, my twizzy, my mom I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it I don't wanna hear 'bout nun In the woods at A. Rolls Royce truck Yeah, with the Cullinan up I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and away from the top It the time of month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again 'Bout to triple it or somethin' How you gon' talk to a rat? How you gon' talk to the feds? How you gon' talk to the smats?

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Yeat, Yeat, Yeat Man, this nigga on another world right now They said, ah, niggas was gettin' tazed Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, real twizzy shit Real twizzy shit right here you guys don't know 'bout that. Jump out at the show, uh, jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the dro Had to change my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe Shhh, 'bout what you sayin', just shut up, let me go Ridin' in that big, that lil' Tonka Truck Ridin' 'round with these bust down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked Head, number one up on these charts, bih', yeah, it's stuck or what? A-a-all we do is just go number one And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Ridin' 'round, I'm in a Cayenne, lil' bitch, I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the Sun I went in and painted the Benz, I'm switchin' shit up, I wanted it done by the Don Hold on, my fans, my family, my cousin, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it, I don't want to hear about nothin' In the whip, got two, yeah, Rolls-Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top it's the top of the month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again, 'bout to triple the sum. How you gon' talk to a rat? How you gon' talk to the feds? How you gon' talk to the shmeds? How you gon' talk to the lead? I don't give a fuck what you sayin', mmm You already heard what I said, mmm Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I put the bitch on 10s, mmm You don't even make no money and that don't make no sense I destroyed the coupe, I'm bouta jump out again. Talk Yeat. Yeat, Yeat, Yeat Man, this nigga on another world right now They said, ah, niggas was gettin' tazed Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, real twizzy shit Real twizzy shit right here you guys don't know 'bout that Jump out at the show, uh, jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the dro Had to change my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe Shhh, 'bout what you sayin', just shut up, let me go Ridin' in that big, that lil' Tonka Truck Ridin' 'round with these bust down watches on me, I got my blicky tucked Head, number one up on these charts, bih', yeah, it's stuck or what? A-a-all we do is just go number one And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Ridin' 'round, I'm in a Cayenne, lil' bitch, I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the Sun I went in and painted the Benz, I'm switchin' shit up, I wanted it done by the Don Hold on, my fans, my family, my cousin, my brother, my slime, my twizzy, my money I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it, I don't want to hear about nothin' In the whip, got two, yeah, Rolls-Royce truck, yeah, what the Cullinan bought I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and then wait from the top it's the top of the month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again, 'bout to triple the sum How you gon' talk to a rat?

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Yeat concert, Yeat, Yeat come on, man Man, this nigga on another world right now They said, uh, niggas was gettin' tazed Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down thousand people, Yeat concert, twizzy shit right here Real twizzy shit right here real twizzy shit right here You guys don't know 'bout it Jump out at the show uh, I'm working on dying , jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job BNYX 'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe "Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truck Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me I got my blicky tucked Headin' number one up on these charts Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what? A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh And I just brought in some M's, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun hey, hey, hey I went and painted the Benz I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother My slime, my twizzy, my mom I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it I don't wanna hear 'bout none And the whip got two R, yeah, Rolls-Royce, yeah, with the Cullinan bought I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and away from the top, it's the time of month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again, 'bout to triple the sum How you gon' talk to a rat? How you gon' talk to the feds? Woo How you gon' talk to the shmeds? Woo , now you gon' talk to the lead huh? I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said, huh woo Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread woo, woo, woo And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes', huh woo, woo, woo You ain't even made no money, yeah, don't make no sense, huh woo, woo, woo I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again Jump out at the show uh, I'm working on dying , jump out at the show Had to change my flow, yeah, had to change the job BNYX 'Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe "Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go Huh, riding in that, B-U-L-L Tonka truck Riding 'round with these bust-down watches on me I got my blicky tucked Headin' number one up on these charts Bitch, yeah, it's stuck as what? I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard what I said, huh woo Yeah, I got big boy diamonds on me, yeah, I got big boy bread woo, woo, woo And I don't give a fuck 'bout the coupe, yeah, I pop the bitch on Tes', huh woo, woo, woo You ain't even made no money, yeah, don't make no sense, huh woo, woo, woo I destroyed the coupe, I'm 'bout to jump out again. Upcoming Concerts. Play full songs with Apple Music.

Yeat talk

In the United States, the song entered at number 42 on the Billboard Hot Kieran Press-Reynolds of Pitchfork noted the song's harsh instrumentals and unnerving background vocals, writing: "Police sirens set a frantic scene, and then a shrieking synth catapults Yeat's flexes into the sky: "Head 1 up on these charts, we stuck or what? Barely any other major label rap production in sounds as unhinged and off-kilter as this. Contents move to sidebar hide. Article Talk. Read Edit View history. Tools Tools. Download as PDF Printable version. Retrieved September 12, Retrieved September 13, — via Twitter.

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Cancelled: Your expired order will turn to "Cancelled". How you gon' talk to the feds? Contact Boomplay Subscription Support. Polish Society of the Phonographic Industry. Retrieved December 20, Music Canada. This song is not currently available in your region. Download as PDF Printable version. A-a-all we do is just go number one, uh And I just brought in some Ms, lil' bitch, it's the first of the month Riding 'round, I'm in the Cayenne, lil' bitch I'ma tear up the city, I'm afraid of the sun Hey, hey, hey I went and painted the Benz I switched shit up, I wanted it done by the don All of my fans is my family, my cult, my brother My slime, my twizzy, my mom I don't give a fuck what you sayin', I don't listen to it I don't wanna hear 'bout nun In the woods at A. Rolls Royce truck Yeah, with the Cullinan up I'm 'bout to bring this shit back and away from the top It the time of month I'm 'bout to do it again, 'bout to do it again 'Bout to triple it or somethin' How you gon' talk to a rat?

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How you gon' talk to the lead? Cancelled: Your expired order will turn to "Cancelled". Retrieved March 28, Letras Academy Comentarios por Facebook. How you gon' talk to the feds? Recording Industry of South Africa. Categories : singles songs Yeat songs Geffen Records singles. Please wait while the order is being comfirmed. Retrieved December 20, Yeat, Yeat, Yeat Man, this nigga on another world right now They said, ah, niggas was gettin' tazed Bitches was poppin' pussy by the front door Niggas was throwin' chairs, everything was goin' down Fifty-thousand people, Yeat concert, real twizzy shit Real twizzy shit right here you guys don't know 'bout that.