Lil Yachty - Up Next 3 lyrics

[Lil Yachty:] Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat Yeah and I'm tired of all you p**y a** n***as hatin' on boat cause y'all see that n***a shinin' Y'all see that n***a stuntin' Y'all see that n***a up next n***a f** y'all n***as, uh b**h I'm the realest you've ever seen And my new b**h, she a model from Africa Any fine b**h with an a**, I'm goin' after ya 22 diamonds, they shine like a brand new dime that you flip for a bag p**y n***a got behind the wheel and tried to race Lil Boat, well that's a cruise for a wreck Stay with the Tec, gotta check on my neck I need eight for a show Buzzin' like Dolph with the blow f** you pussies b**h I still bein' Ricky with you Wanna cookie cause you got connect? n***a play hookie when they see it's Boat time Ice on my wrist got you thinkin' it's cold time Duck or that b**h make you lean on your shoulder Shoot for my views now you thinkin' it's over Skrt-skrt that Rover I spent a whole six up in dota Margiela my collar, I look like my father Why G even bother? I'm rich so I'm better 26 sh**, I dropped it on my sweater Just cause it's real leather, Versace my feathers King sized set with the pillows Dick in her p**y, she call me her hero Dick in her mouth like a motherf**in' churro Nut so fat like a f**in' burrito Shout out to Ketie her p**y my sweetie I lick it then stick it then kick it right on 'em Then kick it right on to my brother Never f** none of these hoes without rubbers b**h I'm so fly I can float on a cover Now I see why you mad - cause I made it over night And your b**h love Boat, now I see you wanna fight And I just cannot help it because she think that I'm right And she don't like you cause your music not excitin' [G Herbo:] Aye, Lil Boat, QC, what up? 150 DT, gang-gang, gang-gang, gang-gang, aye b**h it's G Herbo, swervin' so much Watch them start callin' me Swervo In the M6 two door drop with the turbo Engine from Russia, my Balmains for Bergdorf My lil ho from Merlow k**as like Milo Come to your block, shoot it up with no sorrows Still ride with Glocks and them chops over lanos Splat out them shells and you duckin' your taco and come back tomorrow Mrs. Light Copper, Rollie or Beam, my bracelet that Tahoe Riding an ace in a wraith through Chicago Remember I used to rock Echo and Pac on that Balmain where I go Blunts full of posto Remember I used to get free bands like Rocko Got a white b**h snortin' lines, they El Chapo Loadin' up 30's and coutin' up guap'll get top in my auto Oops I mean mobile, on the way home to my house in Herbo Hills Remember them nights I was servin' with no deals Lil bro a** lurkin', he gon' k**, rollin' off four pills My life is so trill, I made a name off my block like I'm O'Neal Get face to face with them cops and I don't squeal Snitch to the b**h but he went and did more years n***as a whole steal Wake up, get more bills Rich with my squad in Chiraq like I'm Bo Deal While in Miami we ridin' on four wheels 500 deep, got the ops hidin' for years Pop down, go trill Glock color oatmeal Know what I mean, b**h it's brown, it ain't no steel Ridin', we lurkin', you better keep your steel You gotta be ready to use it in broad day You know little bro will Ay, G Herbo 150 dream team, b**h, shout out coach Lil Boat what up