No morë talk (Explicit) - Yeat

Lyrics by：Noah Smith

Composed by：Noah Smith

I'm working on dying

BNYX0

Ridin' with my demons

I can't take nothin' back

Yeah yeah

Riding with my demons

They my deadliest friends ah

Money make 'em do 'em something

Put 'em in a trance

Whole lot of mud inside this *************

Buildin' yeah yeah

Whole lot of ************* money in this buildin'

Shh shh-shh-shh yeah

All my demons call me yeah they call me

I said Yeah yeah

Ridin' in this ************* Scat

I said

Yeah yeah

Ridin' in this ************* Urus

I said Hell yeah

Pullin' up on people now they ask me

Yeah yeah

Diamonds on my ************* patek

I said

Yeah yeah yeah

Where you think I got this ******* money

I said

Yeah yeah

Off this ******* muddy boy

I knew you could smell it shh

All white Margielly-elly on me

I'm a yeti

How the **** you play me in the worst

Ain't adding up yeah yeah-ah

All this ******* cash I'm winnin' spin

I still won't buy it yeah

Santa Clara yeah my b***hes bad b***hes

Naughty yeah

I'm on this yacht full time

You got it one day oh yeah

Don't get it confused I'm runnin' my blues up

Hoppin' inside of the Bentley then whippin' it

Spittin' that muh****in' clean it up ah

Swervin' then dippin' and your b***h get sad

Then ************eatin' up

I give a **** what they sayin'

The ************* rest

The best I heard enough

Shut up shut up shut up b***h

Yeah heard enough yeah

All these ************ dead

They ************* snitchin'

************* slurpin' up

Heard that they wanna come beef

With the kid in that body be spillin'

They turnin' up

I just be wanna be geeked in a minute

The sky the private jet it not enough yeah

Wait I can't let it up b***h

It ain't addin' up

Some of these moves we learnin'

Some of these names some of them sad enough yeah

Half of these motheruckin' rappers copyin' my swag

I'm done playin' daddy's son

I'm already up in the space these ************ done

'Cause I already done enough

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

I'm ridin' with my demons I can't take nothin' back

Yeah yeah

Riding with my demons they my deadliest friends ah

Money make 'em do 'em something put 'em in a trance

Whole lot of mud inside this ************* buildin'

Yeah yeah

Whole lot of ************* money in this buildin'

Shh shh-shh-shh yeah

All my demons call me yeah they call me I said

Yeah yeah

Ridin' in this ************* Scat I said

Yeah yeah

Ridin' in this ************* Urus I said

Hell yeah

Pullin' up on people now they ask me

Yeah yeah

Diamonds on my ************* patek I said

Yeah yeah yeah

Where you think I got this ******* money

I said

Yeah yeah

Off this ******* muddy boy

I knew you could smell it

All white Margielly-elly on me I'm a yeti

How the **** you play me in the worst

Ain't adding up yeah

All this ******* cash I'm winnin' spin

I still won't buy it

Santa Clara yeah my b***hes bad b***hes naughty

Yeah

I'm on this yacht full time you got it one day

Oh yeah

Don't get it confused I'm runnin' my blues up

Hoppin' inside of the Bentley then whippin' it

Spittin' that muh****in' clean it up ah

Swervin' then dippin' and your b***h get sad

Then ************eatin' up

I give a **** what they sayin'

The ************* rest

The best I heard enough

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah