Yacht Club (Explicit) - Lil Yachty/Juice WRLD

Lyrics by：Miles Parks McCollum/Jarad Higgins/Isaac Earl Bynum

Composed by：Miles Parks McCollum/Jarad Higgins/Isaac Earl Bynum

Produced by：Earl The Pearll

Earl on the beat

Earl on the beat

Earl on the beat

Earl on the beat

Earl on the beat

Runnin' up bands got my guap up

All the bad hoes wanna top us

Too many wild parties on the yacht

Me and boat got kicked out the yacht club

Ayy ayy air it out

Pull up at your spot and I air it out

Gang on the gas and it's very loud

Stop sayin' my name before you wear it out

I been sippin' lean tryna slow me down

I need me a b***h that'll hold me down

Gang comin' strong yeah we rollin' out

Throw a party like rollin' loud

Ayy don't come unless she stay in focus

Soldiers at 10-4 sent your b***h the info

Feelin' real blessed with Juice that's my kinfolk

Bless up she tell me I'm a God

Get on her knees for confession

Sent a vid to her n***a had to teach a lesson

Me and boat only want bad hoes in our section

Juice why these p***y a*s n***as always pressin'

I don't know let 'em talk

I'ma go get my Smith and wesson

Blessed boys under 21 steady flexin'

I'm gettin' too rich

Can't do flights with connections

40 on my hip I won't fight

B***h I'm reckless

Codeine what I sip

That s**t come in straight from Texas

Reach for my chain you'll get beat just like Nexus

Lamborghini dreams but you still drive a Lexus

I'm a young king I might f**k Alexis Texas

But I ain't on no Drake s**t

I won't get her pregnant

D**n young Juice world

Boy you reckless

And I feel you until I get her naked

When I get up in it I might have to stay in

Well if she goin' like that let's run a train then

I think I nutted in her

I might need a playpen

And a stroller

How I get this deep

We rode her like a rover

No games but I XBOX control her

She do the gang like a nerd doin' homework

40 in my pants that b***h thought it was a boner

If I go broke I'ma juug off Motorolas

But now I'm up in France

Lil boat that's my mans

We get the green and then

We fly around like Peter Pan

That's cool

But I just thought 'bout somethin' wait

What

This baby got your face

So f**k that lil' baby boy's back to the place

Back to the trap back to the gang

Runnin' up bands got my guap up

Runnin' the guap up

All the bad hoes wanna top us

They wanna top us

Too many wild parties on the yacht ohh oh

Me and boat got kicked out the yacht club

Out the yacht club

Oh oh oh

Listen here be alright

S**t hard