[Lil Yachty:]
Yah (Meltycanon)
It’s Lil Boat
What’s up Father?
Yah, yah
Oh sh**, we just got it lit like a candle
And I’m always one toe in, one toe out like sandals
And I’m ’bout my Green Bay like that n***a Randall
And I’m, mad rare like a purple Lambo
Gee, sheesh, I feel like Rambo, goddamn Daniel
I get paid daily what n***as get paid annual
And I’m still on the rise like a college player
She s** more bloods than a whole vampire lair
Runnin’ sh**, runnin’ sh** just like the mayor
f** your clique, and f** every n***a you brought here
My neck is sick, got me flexin’ like I’m Ric Flair
I don’t want your b**h, but if I did, n***a she’d be here
[Father:]
Yuh, yuh
Still fake as f** I’m photoshoped
They be slobbin’ on her throat
Calabasas to East Coast
Grab yo’ a** and eat it up
Grab yo’ a** and beat him up
Run his pockets, count it up
Roll up dojah on her bu*t
Girl don’t get too caught up
On a n***a like me yeh, or a n***a like Boat, eh
Girl look at this coat, yah
It ain’t even that cold, no
Middle of summer, in some ice and some furs
b**hes know Father
I ain’t never been curved
Still got the Motorola, yah
Keep good dope on me, yah
I don’t f** with these phonies, no
Stop calling me homie, hoe
Spanish girls like te amo
You got ana’, I got ammo
Hit ’em upo like black rambo
Melty playing on piano
Lean’d up my Act yo’
Still love that Act though
Still a f**ing a**hole
f** her in her a**hole
Valentino chain on
Her neck she tatt’ my name on
Money and the fame, huh
She like boy don’t change on me