BË QUIET

Sniping shit, it's a lyfestyle

Gimme that back

King Tonk

I'm still high as shit

I'm still high, fly (Shit)

Way too rich

Lyfestylë

Off with what?

Off with ya head

Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black

Whole car matte black and the windows tinted

Okay, so what? I don't talk to them

Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them

Fucked up, oh, you fucked up

Oh, yo' luck up, oh, yo' time's up

I'm a billionaire member, I'm a geek star, remember?

I feel like I'm talking to deaf people the way I'm telling ya

Fuck all that lil' extra shit, you know the god Ba'al

Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley, all black

Fuck what you said, I'on want ya words, no, don't tell me

Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV

Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me

Did it by myself so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing

Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV

Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton

Now tell me you can't tell this custom

Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffing

See my dope, yeah, you cuffing

How high you tryna get?

****, ****, high as shit

I stay high as bees

I get fly as wings

I can hardly sleep

Everyday Halloween

I'on want weed, I'm on a bean

I'm a roller, not a stoner

Even rehab don't work

You can't even pay me to be sober

So fly, thought I could fly

Got so high, I'm tryna fly

Don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture

Yeah, eight Percs to the face, need a chauffeur

Thinking like, "How many can I take before I croak over?"

Bad bitch on her knees say she Lebanese

Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony

Tre 57 sport, Oakland Park, 'member me?

Paid me back same way I gave you that

Bitch, don't tell me shit

Way too rich

Lyfestylë

Off with what?

Tryna cut yo' head off

Yeah, diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black

Whole car matte black and the windows tinted

Okay, so what? I don't talk to them

Backstab ya bitch, I pick apart ya art to them

Fucked up, oh, you fucked up

Oh, yo' luck up, oh, yo' time's up

I'm a billionaire member, I'm a geek star, remember?

I feel like I'm talking to deaf people the way I'm telling ya

Fuck all that lil' extra shit, you know the god Ba'al

Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley, all black

Fuck what you said, I'on want ya words, no, don't tell me

Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV

Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me

Did it by myself so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing

Drop the ski, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black