BË QUIET

Poppin' shit, chasin' bitches, it's a lifestyle

(Woo-woo, give me that back) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

I'm still high as shit, I'm still high

I said, "Fly (Fly)", shit

Way too rich, LYFESTYLE

Off with what? Off with your head (Head, yeah)

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

Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh

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

Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh

Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh

Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah

I'm a billionaire 'member? (Woo), I'm a geek star, remember

I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you

Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al

Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black

Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tеll me

Smack they ass with revеrsible belts like it's LV (Ha)

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

Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothing, yeah (Nothin')

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 bluffin'

See my dope, yeah, you cuffin'

I'm tryna get high as shit (Fly, shit)

I stay high as me

I get fly as wings (Don't I?)

I can hardly sleep (Hardly)

Every day Halloween

I don't want weed, I'm on a bean

I'm a roller, not a stoner

Even rehab gon' hurt

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

Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?"

Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese

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

357 sport, lookin' for, 'member me?

Paid me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't Zelle me shit

Way too rich, LYFESTYLE

Off with what? Tryna cut your head off (Yeah)

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

Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh

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

Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh

Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? huh

Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? yeah

I'm a billionaire 'member? (Woo), I'm a geek star, remember

I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you (Woah)

Fuck all that lil' extra shit (Woo), you know the God Ba'al

Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black

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

Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (Ha)

Bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm set to sail, yeah, don't help me (Woah)

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

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