Let’s Get On Dey Ass Lil Yachty 

Ever
I'm finna get mean
Turn up the circuits
Turn up the- (Wock)

I'm tryna break me a back
Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine
I'm tryna pour me a 8
Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime
I'm tryna order a crepe
Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass

Deal me personally, nigga I'm poppin'
I'm makin' the calls, I'm pourin' the [?], I'm gettin' 'em dropped
Well, well
Ball off to that judge with the red shells
You're pissy, can't get nun to me
You pussy, his bitch wanna do me
I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies
Like fuck it, I said they come show me
The stuff that I did, they owe me
Uh, mhm, mhm, mhm
Fuck it, I'm up, skrrt on they ass
I run up the millions and spend it on glass
Fuck niggas that ain't got no paper
They goin' to water, don't run out of money
I'm payin' to hit with yo ho'? Ay, you trippin' buddy
Ha ha (Ha), ha ha (Wooh)
Ha ha, ha ha
Throw money up in the [?]
Shootin' that bitch like a free throw
Made back since I was a [?] (Wock)
My brother, my twin called up
I still put the drugs in the cargo (Yuh)
8 bills ain't more then my [?] (Shoo)
These bitches is bible, barcode (Huh)
Huh, run it on auto (Yup)
The money the motto

What?
I'm tryna break me a back
Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine
I'm tryna pour me a 8
Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime
I'm tryna order a crepe
Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass
We finna get on they ass

Mhm, alright