[Lil Yachty:] Yah (Meltycanon) It’s Lil Boat What’s up Father? Yah, yah Oh sh**, we just got it lit like a candle And I’m always one toe in, one toe out like sandals And I’m ’bout my Green Bay like that n***a Randall And I’m, mad rare like a purple Lambo Gee, sheesh, I feel like Rambo, goddamn Daniel I get paid daily what n***as get paid annual And I’m still on the rise like a college player She s** more bloods than a whole vampire lair Runnin’ sh**, runnin’ sh** just like the mayor f** your clique, and f** every n***a you brought here My neck is sick, got me flexin’ like I’m Ric Flair I don’t want your b**h, but if I did, n***a she’d be here [Father:] Yuh, yuh Still fake as f** I’m photoshoped They be slobbin’ on her throat Calabasas to East Coast Grab yo’ a** and eat it up Grab yo’ a** and beat him up Run his pockets, count it up Roll up dojah on her bu*t Girl don’t get too caught up On a n***a like me yeh, or a n***a like Boat, eh Girl look at this coat, yah It ain’t even that cold, no Middle of summer, in some ice and some furs b**hes know Father I ain’t never been curved Still got the Motorola, yah Keep good dope on me, yah I don’t f** with these phonies, no Stop calling me homie, hoe Spanish girls like te amo You got ana’, I got ammo Hit ’em upo like black rambo Melty playing on piano Lean’d up my Act yo’ Still love that Act though Still a f**ing a**hole f** her in her a**hole Valentino chain on Her neck she tatt’ my name on Money and the fame, huh She like boy don’t change on me