Bëttr 0ff
Yeat Lyrics


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Yeah (ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)

When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (bop, bop)
Yeah, fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay (no, no, no)

I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (yeah)
Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah
They told me, "Get back," bitch, there's still bills for the birds (brr)
And fuck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (dah)
No, don't you did it, I'm pushin' my limits, ah (pushin' my limits)
I'm squeezin' that bitch just like squeezin' some lemons (yeah)
Ah, fuck what you said, bitch, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah (ooh)
Back in the day I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah (ooh)
Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dappin', that bitch in my business (oh, yeah)
Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, them motherfucker listen to me
'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot (woah)
I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back
got them racks in the bag (ack)
I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot, go "doo-doo-doo-doo" and they dead
I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again (yeah)
Bitch, it's fuck what you said, and it's fuck what you read
I don't give no fucks, bitch, you better off dead (yeah)
Lizards all slimy like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read

Yeah (ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)

When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (bop, bop)
Fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes




Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay (no, no, no)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Bëttr 0ff" by Yeat's convey a sense of living life to the fullest and embracing the thrill of success. The opening lines suggest the excitement of accumulating wealth and enjoying the luxuries that come with it. The singer expresses their satisfaction in counting money and the thrill of fully loading their gun, implying a sense of power and confidence.


The chorus emphasizes that living in this manner is enjoyable and exhilarating. The references to "counting that bread" and "catching dome" suggest that the singer is experiencing the rewards of their hard work and financial success. They declare their independence from distractions and negativity, asserting their own worth and unique identity.


The second verse speaks to the singer's self-assuredness and unwavering resilience. They believe they deserve the rewards they have achieved and are determined to push their limits further. The reference to riding a Civic in the past symbolizes humble beginnings, while the mention of the Urus (a luxury SUV) signifies their present success. The singer also flexes their expensive watch and brags about their possessions, emphasizing their wealth and status.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah (ooh)
Expressing agreement or excitement


(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
Earning a large amount of money, reaching a point of excess


(back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
Enjoying the luxurious lifestyle and expressing enthusiasm


(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
Finding enjoyment in the act of tallying up wealth


(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)
Preparing for possible danger or defense


When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
It's incredibly enjoyable to live an extravagant lifestyle


When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the)
When you calculate your money, it multiplies and grows


Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (woo)
Receiving oral sex while sitting on a couch


I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)
Purchasing luxurious vehicles for personal use


Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
Requesting privacy and solitude, expressing frustration


I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
Feeling disconnected from one's surroundings and origin, believing to be different or unique


I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (bop, bop)
Feeling an intense sense of exhilaration and confidence, personifying a firearm as a source of empowerment


Yeah, fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (mommy)
Disregarding derogatory remarks, dismissing someone as insignificant


I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
Not interested in unnecessary drama, focused on accumulating wealth


I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
Taking risks without caring about the consequences, maneuvering swiftly and confidently


I don't give a fuck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
Being indifferent to negative opinions, boasting about possessing significant wealth


All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (the bust)
Wearing expensive clothing brands, obsessed with success and achieving goals


Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (oh, yeah)
Confidently anticipating a significant opportunity or turn of events


I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin'
Exiting a luxury vehicle without concern for others' opinions or judgments


I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (skrrt)
Accumulating expensive jewelry, owning a car with a feature to protect against adverse weather


Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Expressing satisfaction with the current state of affairs, cautioning against errors


Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
Dealing with someone harshly or ruthlessly, comparing it to grilling meat


I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay (no, no, no)
Disregarding someone's opinion or presence, asserting their lack of significance


I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (yeah)
Feeling unworthy or undeserving of certain outcomes or experiences


Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah
Having the ability to depart from mundane or undesirable circumstances on a whim


They told me, "Get back," bitch, there's still bills for the birds (brr)
Ignoring advice or warnings, focusing on financial obligations


And fuck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (dah)
Disregarding negative thoughts or ill intentions from others


No, don't you did it, I'm pushin' my limits, ah (pushin' my limits)
Refusing to accept defeat or setbacks, striving to exceed expectations


I'm squeezin' that bitch just like squeezin' some lemons (yeah)
Asserting dominance or control over a situation, using a metaphor of squeezing lemons


Ah, fuck what you said, bitch, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah (ooh)
Disregarding negative remarks, continuing to challenge oneself and surpass boundaries


Back in the day I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah (ooh)
In the past, driving an ordinary car, now pushing boundaries without formal training


Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dappin', that bitch in my business (oh, yeah)
Arriving in a luxury Lamborghini Urus, exhibiting confident and flamboyant behavior


Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, them motherfucker listen to me
Acquiring a new expensive watch, demonstrating wealth and influence


'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot (woah)
Engaging in extensive conversation and constantly on the move, having significant amounts of money


I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back got them racks in the bag (ack)
Possessing marijuana, having women in the rear, storing illegal drugs and large sums of money


I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot, go "doo-doo-doo-doo" and they dead
Carrying a Glock handgun, preparing to discharge it rapidly and cause fatal consequences


I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again (yeah)
Reiterating a statement multiple times to emphasize its importance


Bitch, it's fuck what you said, and it's fuck what you read
Dismissing others' opinions and disregarding any negative information about oneself


I don't give no fucks, bitch, you better off dead (yeah)
Having a complete lack of concern or regard for someone, suggesting they would be better off not existing


Lizards all slimy like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read
Refusing to respond or engage with someone who is untrustworthy or deceptive




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Written by: Noah Smith

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LYRICS

Pre-Chorus]
Yeah (Ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(Back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)

[Chorus]
When you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the—)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (Woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (Skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (Yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (Yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (Bop, bop)
Yeah, fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (Mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (The bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (Oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (Skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay (No, no, no)

[Verse]
I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (Yeah)
Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leavin' this earth, yeah, ah
They told me, "Get back," bitch, there's still bills for the birds (Brr)
And fuck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (Dah)
No, don't you did it, I'm pushin' my limits, ah (Pushin' my limits)
I'm squeezin' that bitch just like squeezin' some lemons (Yeah)
Ah, fuck what you said, bitch, I'm pushin' them limits, yeah (Ooh)
Back in the day I was ridin' that Civic, I'm pushin' the limits, no gymnast, yeah (Ooh)
Pull up, I'm in that lil' Urus, I'm swervin' and dappin', that bitch in my business (Oh, yeah)
Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten, them motherfucker listen to me
'Cause I'm talkin' a lot, and I'm walkin' a lot, got a lot of money on me, parkin' the lot (Woah)
I got them woods, got them bitches in the back, got the bricks in the back, get them racks in the bag (Ack)
I got a Glock and it sit on my lap, 'bout to shoot, go "doo-doo-doo-doo" and they dead
I already said it a million times, but I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again (Yeah)
Bitch, it's fuck what you said, and it's fuck what you read, I don't give no fucks, bitch, you better off dead (Yeah)
Lizards all slimy like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah (Ooh)
(Runnin' up bands, this shit gettin' dumb, yeah)
(Back of the Benz, I was like, "Hell, yeah," yeah)
(Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah)
(Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah)

[Chorus]
When you live like this, this shit so fun (Honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (Honeybun, up on the—)
Up on the sofa, catchin' dome (Woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (Skrrt)
Stop callin' my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (Yeah)
I'm not from this zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (Yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me, "Go blam it" (Bop, bop)
Fuck what you sayin', you a lil' bitch, go talk to your mommy (Mommy)
I don't got time for the fuss, ridin' 'round, I be collectin' them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks, I'm 'bout to swerve and dab on the trucks, yeah
I don't give a fuck that's a plus, whole lot of money on me, got 'em bucks
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust (The bust)
Uh, I'm 'bout to bet there's a bus (Oh, yeah)
I'm 'bout to hop out the Range, I don't give a fuck where they layin'
I be collectin' my chains, Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain (Skrrt)
Bitch, it's a wonderful day, dippin' and dappin', don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay (No, no, no)



@bimoo1944

Dear Yeat/Noah Oliver Smith,

I wanted to reach out to you and express how much your new album "Afterlyfe" has touched my soul. From the moment I listened to the first track, I was completely blown away by the elegance, beauty, and artistry that you have poured into this project. The way you seamlessly blend different genres and musical styles is truly breathtaking, and each song on the album is a masterpiece in its own right.

Your lyrics are deeply personal and raw, and they speak to the struggles and triumphs of the human experience in a way that is both relatable and profound. The honesty and vulnerability that you bring to your music is truly inspiring, and it is clear that you put your heart and soul into every aspect of this album.

I am in awe of your creativity and talent, and I believe that "Afterlyfe" is a true masterpiece. You have created something that not only sounds amazing, but also touches the hearts and souls of your listeners. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world, and I can't wait to see what you do next.

Sincerely,

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