Lil Yachty - No Tilt lyrics

[Intro – Ski Mask the Slump God] Ayy! Haha, basic smoke Water! P---y boy, huh, look at it Bet, bet, bet, bet “look at it”, bet Look at it, look at it, look at it! Bet, bet “huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!” Yuh “ayy!”, yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh [Verse 1 – Ski Mask The Slump God] Diamonds on loop-de-loop So big it look like a hoop-de-hoop They tryna lock me in pigeon coop Even if so I would chop the roof Slick like I'm Rick Slick like a fork after used to eating ramen noodles I'm on a hunt like Attila the Hun or it's winter way Hungry for caribou Tryna bag me a bad and boujee bike That be flipping like nickel when I rendezvous How I recycle money it's like déjà vu This not Snakes on a Plane, this is Gucci on my suit Whoops, I gave her sauce like oops We smoking, smell like a p--p I just spilled sauce like whoops I just spilled sauce like, sauce like, sauce like, sauce like Sauce, sauce, sauce [Hook/Chorus – Ski Mask The Slump God] I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a p--p Oops, whoops I just spilled sauce like whoops I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a p--p “water!” [Verse 2 – Lil Yachty] Diamonds, I like diamonds N----s hate me cause im getting this guap Spend it all on diamonds N----s f--k with me when I was coming up but I'm on they hating That don't make sense We all getting money boy why is you tense Washed up rappers be rinsed Bentley or Benz, whichever I'm in, got a b---h and her friends I live for my enemies, pray for my sins I beat that b---h mouth, leave a child on her chin Ring on my finger, nine times ten F--k with the kid if you wanna lose friends I just met the b---h and she gave me her (?) My b---h from Vienna, ain't talking 'bout (?) I'm a rich young n---a from the county You a fake blood you ain't bank bounty Better ask your main b---h how she found me Keep young real n----s all around me I said f--k cops, G-Wagon, truck stops Got a big knot, ayy! [Verse 3 – ASAP Ferg] Diamonds they loop de loop Hop in the coupe and swoop You is a Juicy Fruit You don't got juice you fruit Hop on that track and p--p I'm spitting that s--t I'm the truth Busting that mac out the roof My b---h got an attitude (?) got a saline bag for you My b---h is so magical Make her disappear like a spectacle I'ma hit 'em with the Baman, uh Call me Master Bruce .45 make a n---a tap dance With the Mac in the backpack [Hook/Chorus – Ski Mask the Slump God] I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a p--p Oops, whoops I just spilled sauce like whoops I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a p--p “water!” I just spilled sauce like whoops We smoking, smell like a p--p Whoops