Yeah Yeah
Future Feat. Tity Boi Lyrics
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Washin' off my diamonds in the sink
(DMC global now, nigga)
Hood baby, ain't shit sweet
Bitch, I put you on the plate, my niggas gon' eat
Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out)
Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Came out the gutter, get throat
Fuck on your hoe 'cause she throwed (whoa, whoa)
Sipping on lean, I'm getting throwed (sip, whoa)
Try my best to overdose (whoa, whoa)
Made three pills, get ghost
Speedin' up my heart (speed up)
Two-doors and four-doors
Fill up my garage (whoa, whoa)
Make these diamonds shining clear 'cause I know times was hard (I know)
I just lifted an average one up, turned her to a star, yeah
I took a trip to Mexico, my hustle took me far, yeah
Pushin' up Marshmellow coupe now I feel like a god, yeah
I went to space, had a coupe in the stars
Man, I had to walk out in baguettes (whoa, whoa)
I told my young niggas go real hard
They came back with a new Presi' (whoa, whoa)
How you came out these trenches?
How gon' starve and then try to forget it (can't)
Ran my Ms up, I'm counting it up, and I ain't sweat it, yeah
Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out)
Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Don't give a fuck 'bout your fucks (Woo)
Hood Baby do what he want (Hood Baby)
I got hard for this ceilings
ABG YSL goats (brr)
No, I'm not generic, I got on baguettes and look how we shinin'
Fake my death, Makaveli, I'm giving my life, my family won't tell it
Suited and booted, we met up with all foreigns, no, you can't tell it
I'm making two guns with a cool bun barrel like Belly
With wifey, not pheasants
She getting real mad, she actin' real jealous
I want all that lettuce
And to fit with that lettuce, my niggas gon' step it (Hood talk)
Hold all the talk, I pulled on the curb where I keep me a bar
We let that bitch, "Frrt," we pull up with birds and snakes on these hoes
Walk down with 'Ks on our shoulder, lil' hater
We headshot his shit, we ain't grazing
In the booth getting top from an Asian (let's go)
Wanna book a show, hit my agent
Niggas ain't playin' with my inner GOAT
Catchin' vibes in a purple mink, yeah, yeah (uh)
Codeine, molly help a nigga think, yeah, yeah (Codeine)
Take the drugs 'til I can't blink, yeah, yeah (take the drugs)
Poppin' Adderall, sippin' drink, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Lights off, no TV, bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, yeah (lights out)
Can't take another lord from the street, yeah, yeah (pop out)
Maybach coupe on fleek, tall like a Jeep, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Some of these bitches be Spanish and some Japanese, yeah, yeah (whoa, whoa)
Cartier watches, Skydweller the Rollie, shit, I pay a load
Don dada, they shottin' they round with me
I'm touring right on the road
The money I pay for my watch, it came from the trap
It came from the stove
Yeah, you droppin' salt on me, I'm in LA with your hoe (oh-oh)
Heard what y'all do on the real
You livin' with your friends, oh-oh
Yeah, they soak drip like sponge
'Cause my rockstar drip is up
Balling like Pistons, nigga
You still on your pivot, nigga
On a dirtbike in the hood popping wheelies, nigga
We slime as it gets
Nah, ain't no dummy, yeah, I went legit
Finally got diamonds and finally got rich
Double-R truck when we landin' in
Now made some money and family
Blamin' for the talk, get knocked off
I'm tryna feel the breeze
Talking 'bout your top dog, know I eat Pedigree
Yeah, yeah, slimeball
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
The lyrics of Future and Tity Boi's song "Yeah Yeah" delve into the themes of indulgence, drug use, wealth, and success. The opening lines mention how substances like codeine and molly help the singer think, while also highlighting the extravagant lifestyle of washing diamonds in the sink. The mention of being a "Hood baby" and asserting dominance by putting others on the plate to be consumed by the singer's associates sets the tone for a narrative of power and luxury.
The verses continue with references to drug use and the effects it has on the singer's perception and behavior. The mention of catching vibes in a purple mink and the consumption of various substances like codeine, molly, and Adderall allude to a hedonistic lifestyle where the pursuit of pleasure is prioritized. The imagery of lights off, being "geeked," and the singer's inability to take another loss from the street paint a picture of someone living on the edge, seeking escape through drugs and material possessions.
As the song progresses, the lyrics touch upon the rapper's rise from humble beginnings, overcoming struggles, and achieving success. There are references to making significant amounts of money, traveling to Mexico, and feeling like a god after attaining a certain level of wealth. The singer reflects on the journey from hardship to prosperity, emphasizing the importance of hard work, hustle, and loyalty to those who have supported him along the way.
The chorus repeats the themes of drug use, luxury, and cultural diversity, with mentions of Maybach coupes, diverse women, and the allure of material possessions. The verses also touch upon themes of self-confidence, asserting independence, and not conforming to societal expectations. The braggadocious nature of the lyrics, adorned with references to expensive watches, luxury cars, and opulent lifestyles, encapsulate the overarching message of living life on one's terms and celebrating success in the face of adversity.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: David James Morse, Devonte Cromartie, Nayvadius Wilburn, Raqhid Render, Semaja Zair Render
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Livefastdieyoung
this brings back memories
Queen Joseph
Future snap on that shittttt!!!
j k
this shit is awesome, tity boi is fresh as hell. codeine cowboys is the shit. one of the best mixtapes of all time is All Ice on Me
Moods HK
WOW , 2 chainz and future just wow
Tiger Woodie
I need a joint album or joint mixtape . Nothin but bangers .
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This is my shit all day
cobb1334
future snapped on his 2nd verse
jofstar
i normally rox with future, but tity boi takes the cake on this one! tuuuwww chainnn
Postmaster Sgt
"Future"
1. March Madness
2. Same Damn Time
3. Dirty Sprite
4. Jumpman
5. Wicked
6. Fucked up Some Commas
7. Turn On The Lights
8. Tony Montana
9. Karate Chop
10. Stick Talk
11. Magic
12. Lowe Life
13. Honest
14. Mask off
15. Aint No Way Around It
16. Made Myself A Boss
17. Swap It Out
18. Move That Dope
19. Racks
20.
2 Chainz
1. No Lie
2. Duffle Bag Boy
3. Im Different
4. Spend It
5.
6. Birthday Song
7. Riot
8. 4 AM
9. Mfn Right
10. Good Drank
11.
12. Feds Watching
13.
14.
15.
16. Big Amount
17.
18.
19.
20.5
Beautiful Zoe Marie
two chainz and future at tha same damn time!! lol jk