More songs by Lil Yachty
More songs by Sauce Walka
Description
Loud boasting, to which your feet automatically tap out the rhythm. It's like a heated conversation somewhere near a club, only instead of a fight, there's a scattering of rhymes. There's the ostentatious ‘look what I've got’ and the sincere ‘I survived, so I earned it.’ Gold glitters, cars sparkle, but through all the glamour, the street still breaks through - with its envy, teasing and eternal ‘who is real and who is fake’. The result is not just a track, but a noisy showcase with a touch of confession, where bravado coexists with weary irony.
Producer: SADPONY
Producer: Cade
Producer: Asean Bwoy
Sound engineer, sound director: Benjamin Mathew
Mastering engineer: Colin Leonard
Rap vocalist: Lil Yachty
Rap vocalist: Sauce Walka
Administrator and manager: Liz Isik
Composer and Lyricist: Miles McCollum
Composer and Lyricist: Albert Walker
Composer and Lyricist: Jerimiah Raisen
Composer and Lyricist: Cade Blodgett
Composer and Lyricist: Sebastian Genodia
Composer and Lyricist: Donald Fields
Composer and Lyricist: Andre Lucas
Composer and Lyricist: Donna Taylor
Lyrics and translation
Original
You know, I realized
I never seen a rich nigga hate on me. You know what I'm sayin'? Only broke nigga. . .
Now, I ain't gonna say rich niggas ain't hatin' on me, but they probably just do it in private. You broke niggas need to take notes.
You'll learn yourself a lot, too, for real.
Pull up to coliseums, hop in one print when they see him.
He talkin' to a spium, see that shit, we wanna be him.
He speakin' from the outside lookin' in, that there's a sin. Pull up, big body Benz, same color sky at p. m.
The hatred comes from genes, in my DMs. Never see y'all's creepin', leakin' spillage out the mouth.
How they say hip-hop ain't a nigga house when they ain't got a house?
That land belongs to mama or whoever the fuck her spouse. Your daddy shoulda pulled out and never shoulda spared a blouse.
That thing in my hand, extended mag do not fit in a pouch.
My mother proud of who I am, my father proud of what I'm 'bout.
No matter where in the world, nigga always bound to keep it south. I fuck her like I'm only thinkin' 'bout myself.
She fuck me like she only thinkin' 'bout my wealth. A wise note to self, spare your health.
Yeah, the codeine kills. All my side hoes on pills, my main bitch in college still.
And know I'm down when shit get real. These niggas squeal.
I whip the Rolls like, "Fuck your life. " I'm switchin' lanes to give her chills.
I'm rich enough to double all your deals.
They think it's cap, I'm down to show 'em. Think it's sweet, I'm down to hone.
Five queens in Houstons with me. Gang hit my phone like, "What you on?
" I said, "Texas," hold 'em.
Rap niggas, I bet one thing y'all couldn't say is dick y'all never rode.
I need a newer handbook, real niggas must switched up the code.
They think it's cool to go and fold. I know I must be gettin' old.
These young niggas gettin' bold.
Community full of genocides. A bunch of youngins tryna slip and slide.
This drillin' wave a vicious tide. You survive? So far we did it.
Lamborghini Aventador so small I barely fit in. MoneyGram Louis shorts, the sweater hit the gym in.
Who really grindin'? Skateboard P, new Gucci link, bitch full of diamonds.
Walkin' out the jeweler, my nose up, it's booger timin'.
My name is Al but she do what I says like I'm Simon. Stupid niggas never reap the silver linin'.
Terms and conditions. All these worms in the trenches made us vicious.
Have you ever washed your scale in the dishes? Fought the police defenseless?
Still a father to your kids while the baby mama trippin'?
Listen, baby boy, gotta drop your next nigga Almond Joy. Know a couple Melvins that got killed for stepdaddy noise.
But movin' forward, this is a Royce, Cullinan. How I pay for it?
Huht-duht-duht-duht-duhs. Sweet D Willie, every Friday's a honey bun.
Young LA one, ain't I the one? Ooh-wee.
Ain't I the one?
Put all your niggas on, they say shit, I done tried that.
Pull up any bitch you want, I bet I fried that.
Four years ago, they hit my house but left the side stash. I painted face but went too harsh, she need an eye patch.
Can't fuck her if her feet ain't pretty, rubbin' against me like a fire match.
Anywhere we steppin', leavin' marks like a Monster Jam tire track.
Red and green pills intertwined look like a Scottish plaid.
Express my feelings to a bitch, felt like a sandwich bag.
She saw straight through me, I was lyin' like my bed was soft. Brina ate to me like I child traffic.
Told her I'd be out, she spammed the wire graphic.
She thought it made me cum, it's only causin' traffic. Twenty-four karat glasses, give it to my twin.
Shaved pin on every fin.
Double life, I been on both sides of a coin like a thumb.
Like vintage bubblegum, hard to bite. Ain't broke near not a limb, but each L one on ice.
Each L one us -fight. Each L one us strapped. -Ooh-wee. Ooh-wee. Mm-hmm. Black Mafia.
Splat.
Who decides war?
Will I live to see tomorrow? Damn right, a nigga played in his murder Movado.
Codeine straight out the bottle.
Sloppy threesome, she swallow, but I'm still here for the nachos. Cheese, bitch. Boy, I know scary niggas that squeeze clips.
What you niggas gon' do in jail without your beam switch?
Can't believe we flew overseas to have some bean dip. Costa Rica.
Can't speak Spanish, so how I'm poppin' chicas? Nickelodeon Rugrats, we grew up slappin' Skeeters.
Yellow bone chick all that, you gotta pay the meter. Good burger.
Baby, they tip more when you a good server. Lil' bro duck the laws, he's a good swerver.
Codeine got my lip purple. Step by Stephon, but the clip Urkel. Lens on it.
Walk up in the jeweler, drop a Benz on it. Kill Bill, yellow-black suit.
White bitch horny, she killin' shit. Used to pump rappers over stealin' shit.
Now we ownin' strip clubs and businesses. Spillin' it. Send the invoice, you wanna build a bitch? Ooh-wee.
English translation
You know, I realized
I never seen a rich nigga hate on me. You know what I'm sayin'? Only broke nigga. . .
Now, I ain't gonna say rich niggas ain't hatin' on me, but they probably just do it in private. You broke niggas need to take notes.
You'll learn yourself a lot, too, for real.
Pull up to coliseums, hop in one print when they see him.
He talkin' to a spium, see that shit, we wanna be him.
He speakin' from the outside lookin' in, that there's a sin. Pull up, big body Benz, same color sky at p. m.
The hatred comes from genes, in my DMs. Never see y'all's creepin', leakin' spillage out the mouth.
How they say hip-hop ain't a nigga house when they ain't got a house?
That land belongs to mama or whoever the fuck her spouse. Your daddy shoulda pulled out and never shoulda spared a blouse.
That thing in my hand, extended mag do not fit in a pouch.
My mother proud of who I am, my father proud of what I'm 'bout.
No matter where in the world, nigga always bound to keep it south. I fuck her like I'm only thinkin' 'bout myself.
She fuck me like she only thinkin' 'bout my wealth. A wise note to self, spare your health.
Yeah, the codeine kills. All my side hoes on pills, my main bitch in college still.
And know I'm down when shit get real. These niggas squeal.
I whip the Rolls like, "Fuck your life. " I'm switchin' lanes to give her chills.
I'm rich enough to double all your deals.
They think it's cap, I'm down to show 'em. Think it's sweet, I'm down to hone.
Five queens in Houstons with me. Gang hit my phone like, "What you on?
" I said, "Texas," hold 'em.
Rap niggas, I bet one thing y'all couldn't say is dick y'all never rode.
I need a newer handbook, real niggas must switched up the code.
They think it's cool to go and fold. I know I must be gettin' old.
These young niggas gettin' bold.
Community full of genocides. A bunch of youngins tryna slip and slide.
This drillin' wave a vicious tide. You survive? So far we did it.
Lamborghini Aventador so small I barely fit in. MoneyGram Louis shorts, the sweater hit the gym in.
Who really grindin'? Skateboard P, new Gucci link, bitch full of diamonds.
Walkin' out the jeweler, my nose up, it's booger timin'.
My name is Al but she do what I says like I'm Simon. Stupid niggas never reap the silver linin'.
Terms and conditions. All these worms in the trenches made us vicious.
Have you ever washed your scale in the dishes? Fought the police defenseless?
Still a father to your kids while the baby mama trippin'?
Listen, baby boy, gotta drop your next nigga Almond Joy. Know a couple Melvins that got killed for stepdaddy noise.
But movin' forward, this is a Royce, Cullinan. How I pay for it?
Huht-duht-duht-duht-duhs. Sweet D Willie, every Friday's a honey bun.
Young LA one, ain't I the one? Ooh-wee.
Ain't I the one?
Put all your niggas on, they say shit, I done tried that.
Pull up any bitch you want, I bet I fried that.
Four years ago, they hit my house but left the side stash. I painted face but went too harsh, she need an eye patch.
Can't fuck her if her feet ain't pretty, rubbin' against me like a fire match.
Anywhere we steppin', leavin' marks like a Monster Jam tire track.
Red and green pills intertwined look like a Scottish plaid.
Express my feelings to a bitch, felt like a sandwich bag.
She saw straight through me, I was lyin' like my bed was soft. Brina ate to me like I child traffic.
Told her I'd be out, she spammed the wire graphic.
She thought it made me cum, it's only causin' traffic. Twenty-four karat glasses, give it to my twin.
Shaved pin on every fin.
Double life, I been on both sides of a coin like a thumb.
Like vintage bubblegum, hard to bite. Ain't broke near not a limb, but each L one on ice.
Each L one us -fight. Each L one us strapped. -Ooh-wee. Ooh-wee. Mm-hmm. Black Mafia.
Splat.
Who decides war?
Will I live to see tomorrow? Damn right, a nigga played in his murder Movado.
Codeine straight out the bottle.
Sloppy threesome, she swallow, but I'm still here for the nachos. Cheese, bitch. Boy, I know scary niggas that squeeze clips.
What you niggas gon' do in jail without your beam switch?
Can't believe we flew overseas to have some bean dip. Costa Rica.
Can't speak Spanish, so how I'm poppin' chicas? Nickelodeon Rugrats, we grew up slappin' Skeeters.
Yellow bone chick all that, you gotta pay the meter. Good burger.
Baby, they tip more when you a good server. Lil' bro duck the laws, he's a good swerver.
Codeine got my lip purple. Step by Stephon, but the clip Urkel. Lens on it.
Walk up in the jeweler, drop a Benz on it. Kill Bill, yellow-black suit.
White bitch horny, she killin' shit. Used to pump rappers over stealin' shit.
Now we ownin' strip clubs and businesses. Spillin' it. Send the invoice, you wanna build a bitch? Ooh-wee.