Black Jesus
Lil Yachty Lyrics

Pull out them racks on a nigga, he's so funny
I expose my wealth to make people laugh at someone who talks but doesn't have money

Tough on the 'Net, but in person, a new Gandhi
People who act hard online are usually peaceful in person

Stand on my racks and I'm Mo Bambi
I balance on my wealth and feel graceful like a deer

I mean Mo Bamba, and cost a new Honda
I meant to say Mo Bamba, which costs as much as a new Honda

I need this with TiTi and with lil' Shonda
I need to have sex with two specific girls named TiTi and lil' Shonda

I get right, it's on sight for you newcomers
I'm always ready to fight newcomers who challenge me

I got two solid fists for you mouth-runners
I'll punch people who talk too much

With the gang out in public, we ho hunters
When I'm with my gang in public, we search for women to have sex with

Kick that bitch out the spot like a team punter
I forcefully eject women from my place like a football punter kicks the ball to the other team

Think it's time I run up me a Bugatti
I think it's time for me to buy a Bugatti

Got this bitch ridin' dick like a Ducati
I'm having sex with a woman who's moving like a Ducati motorcycle

Bought an AP plain jane out in Dubai
I bought an Audemars Piguet watch with no enhancements while in Dubai

Actin' out for attention, the new guy
New rappers act out to get noticed

Got another lasso, need a new tie
I have another weapon and need another tie

Know some niggas who stuck turn E5
I know people who are enlisted in the military and have been promoted to the rank of E5

Know some niggas out West bangin' treetop
I know people from the West Coast participating in gang activity such as Tree Top Piru Bloods

Made that bitch give me head 'til her knees pop
I received oral sex until the woman's knees hurt

Switchin' sides on the gang, tryna ease out
People are trying to leave their gang and lifestyle

Catch you slippin', we knockin' your teeth out
If you're caught off guard, we'll punch your teeth out

Tryna come down my block, need to reroute
People need to avoid my neighborhood

Tryna say all that shit that you talk 'bout
People are trying to say things about me that they talk about behind my back

Know it's cap in your rap, you ain't gotta lie
I know you're not telling the truth in your music, you don't have to lie

In LA with Zack B, yeah, a nice guy
I'm in Los Angeles with Zack B, who is a friendly person

In LA with Zack B, yeah, at Papis
I'm in Los Angeles with Zack B at a place called Papis

I'm in Houston, ho hidin' with Tati
I'm hiding out with a woman named Tati in Houston

I just had me a smooth little ten piece
I just smoked ten marijuana joints

Run it up, stick on my back like I'm huntin' up, yeah
I'm making money and carrying a gun like a hunter

If I love my dollars, they gon' run 'em up
If I care about making money, I'll make more

Quick to pull up with them 30s tucked
I'm quick to show up with guns concealed

Run up, flatbread, lay low, stackin' tall (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm making money, staying quiet, and stacking my wealth

Hit his head once, body dropped, rest his soul (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I killed someone with one blow to the head, they're now dead

I got big guap, big killers, big pieces (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I have a lot of money, dangerous people around me, and large, expensive jewelry

She wan' fuck the gang, told that bitch to write a thesis (yeah, yeah, yeah)
A woman wants to have sex with my gang, I told her to write an essay about why she should

Pull up all white, lookin' like I'm black Jesus (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I dress in all white and feel powerful like Black Jesus

And my new crib fancy like the Saint Regis (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My new house is very luxurious like a Saint Regis Hotel

Niggas sweet as shit, turn 'em to a Reese's Pieces (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Some people are so weak that they're like candy, easy to break down and manipulate

Diamonds shinin' so damn bright, give a nigga seizures (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My diamonds are so bright that they could cause someone to have a seizure

Nothin' make me more happy than backends
I'm the happiest when I receive a large amount of money

I'm straight in, no signal, them racks in
I'm focused and prepared to collect my money

These new niggas' music is trashcan
New rappers' music is terrible

He can't feed his fans, so they fastin'
A rapper can't produce enough music, so his fans are going without

He told 'em that's how he go Muslim
He claims to have become a Muslim

That bitch nigga ain't out hustlin'
That weak person is not working hard

I said take a sip, why you guzzlin'?
I offered a drink, why did you drink it so quickly?

Give me my damn cup back, nigga
Return my cup

I'm too rich to be out here tusslin'
I'm too wealthy to be fighting in the streets

Boy, they just paid a rack for some 'Tussin
They just paid $1000 for cough syrup

Hope you sick, 'cause that's all that it's good for
I hope you're sick, because that's the only reason to use it

I wish that my big brother did more
I wish my older sibling was more successful or helpful

I pray that my lil' sister live long
I hope my younger sister has a long and healthy life

Paint the 'Rari all yellow like Armstrong
I want to paint my Ferrari yellow, like Lance Armstrong's Livestrong foundation colors

Got a stock with a stick, it's an arm long
I have a firearm with a long barrel

Wow, heard they said I went broke, boy, was they wrong
I heard that people were saying I lost all my money, but they were mistaken

I just cashed in a check, it's a phone number
I just received a large sum of money, equivalent to a phone number

Bitch, your ass on the porch like the door number
Your butt is big, like a door number on a house

We gon' track your ass down like LoJack
I'll hunt you down like a car with a LoJack GPS

Why they playin' with me? I need more racks
Why are people testing me? I need more money

To the money, I'm runnin' up four flat
I'm running quickly towards making a lot of money

This shit right here gon' need four plaques
This song is going to win four awards