Yeet!

[Intro] Unless your ass ain't never been on Vine you'll know what this shit means Turn Up, Turn Up, Turn Up [Hook] (x2) Okay as soon as I hit the club Imma yeet (yeet) Everybody staring while I hit my yeet (yeet) Bitch can't do it like me, now watch me yeet (yeet yah, yeet) Yeet, Yeet, Yeet [Verse 1] I got these rappers all up in their feelings This single'll probably sell a half a million I still ain't signed no contract, so why you shook I studied hard so I could do it off the books Girl I can make the bed squeak I could make your day better Taking shots with [?] Beed, Bach, and Mayweather We out in Vegas, fucking faded, took a short hiatus And now I'm back with this yeet shit for all you haters Niggas popping shit, don't make me have to call in favors Stuck together like Catdog, and now they mad cuz all us made it We LA's finest, LA's vinest, that's the fan for life On my Adam Silver shit, you'll get banned for life Bitchh [Hook] [Verse 2] Summertime's coming, waiting on that i8 to drop On sunset with a bad bitch, still screaming out "I hate the cops" Yo girl aight, my girl's all right, Now sit back and watch her yeet Better face, better waist, she got a better ass and better feet Now she on the wall and she upside down Girl let me fill that cup right now Tell me you want to talk later, talk later? Bitch, what's up right now? Gave you all a chance to eat, gave you all chance to play Back Marty McFly nigga, if you ain't got the [?] then sway 55 wagging, can't blame a nigga for bragging Got platinum on my head like Sisqo the dragon Wonders on the beat, so a nigga gonna eat Now YEET! [Hook] [Bridge] East coast, west coast, everybody in it Do the rifle dance now bring it to your feet Pull your guns out (Grat ta ta) Shoot em down Arm up, throw it back, and take it to the ground [Hook]