He began rapping in 2017 as Lil Yeat, and, after a slew of singles, released his first EP, Deep Blue Strips, in late 2018. In 2019, Yeat would gain further publicity after “Stay Up,” the lead single off his second project and first mixtape, Wake Up Call, received a music video on the popular YouTube channel ELEVATOR.
Smith released Different Creature, a collaborative EP with Dutch producer Clibbo, on July 18, 2019, to positive feedback. Yeat garnered further attention after dropping his second mixtape, I’m So Me, at the conclusion of the year, collaborating with popular producers like Wheezy, Brandon Finessin, and 10Fifty, among others. Yeat continued to gain traction throughout 2020, releasing two EPs meant to hold fans over until Different Creature 2. The project was scrapped as he worked through label issues before becoming independent in 2021.
Fully in control of his output, Yeat began releasing a barrage of music, including twenty-track albums and countless singles. Yeat saw a major jump in support after his song “Sorry Bout That” blew up on TikTok. Subsequent hits like “Money Twerk” and “Get Busy” as well as a shout-out from Drake helped reinforce his newfound success. On August 5, 2021, Yeat released his newest EP, Trëndi.
In late 2021, Yeat would release his most popular album Up 2 Më and then would later drop 2 Älive and its deluxe, 2 Alivë (Geëk Pack)
On September 9th, 2022, Yeat dropped his highly anticipated EP, Lyfë, which had a feature from Lil Uzi Vert and collaborations with producers such as BNYX and collective Working On Dying.
On February 19th, 2023, Yeat posted a tracklist for Lyfë's deluxe version AftërLyfe on his Instagram story. On February 24th, 2023, AftërLyfe was released with a feature from YoungBoy Never Broke Again and more collaborations with BNYX, Working On Dying, dulio and more prominent producers.
Shmunk
Yeat Lyrics
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Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled, thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
I was pullin' up with thugs (grrah), I was pullin' up with guns
I've been pullin' up in big whips, yeah, y'all still smokin' Runtz (skrrt)
I got a whole lotta money, lil' bitch, I got a bunch (yeah)
I don't even need no security, I got guns (I got guns)
I need me a moment of clarity, I'm movin' these tons (I'm movin' these tons)
Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley, with the big boy drum
Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon' get you sprung
Yeah, and I boot up for fun (fun), do that shit for fun (fun)
Yeah, reloadin' my shit, you 'bout to go to the sun
Travelin' round with thugs, yeah, we number one (we number one)
Brr, light his bitch-ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (brr)
Brr, I'm so cold, my diamonds negative one
I got big old cash, know what I'm sayin'? That bitch want five
I ain't listen to nobody's shit, I'ma live my life, my life
I'm 'bout to boot up, it's just for the night, 'bout to pour up some Sprite, uh
When I'm in Urus, that big body steppin', that bitch 'bout a knife, slice
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold up, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
Rich on rich, pallbearer and they thunder
Pull up with stick and it got a whole hundred
Give the bitch coverage, I tap her bumper
I know the bitch only want her some money
I get the bitch and I catch me a body
Pull up and I chop it, I pop it and pop it
She fuck with my diamonds, I fuck with her Gotti then
I need to buy me a brand new big body Benz
Ain't comin' in if they ain't let them shottas in
FN in my shirt, I Givenchy my shirt
'Bout to get this shit tailored, I'ma put the pants in
Play, your whole clique get spinned
Play, your whole clique get shot, beat the lil' bitch back in
I don't even go to no show, mama, I get a big backend
Scary-ass nigga, I don't want him 'round me, whoa, he ain't my friend
He ain't my five, my slime, my blood, my kind, no, he ain't my kin
Got the bitch here tattooing her skin, said she wan' do it again
I got them M's and I'll do it again, got a bitch jaw breakin'
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (oh, huh)
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
The lyrics to Yeat's song Shmunk are highly focused on the rapper's success, wealth and connections. It is a typical representation of the "gangsta rap" genre with frequent references to violence and guns. The refrain repeats the lines "got a blick on my side" and "big money ties, and big mob ties" suggesting that the rapper has both the firepower and financial backing to take on anyone who opposes him.
The verses talk about the rapper's rise to fame from humble beginnings selling drugs and "movin' bricks" to becoming a successful artist. The lines "Rich on rich, pallbearer and they thunder / Pull up with stick and it got a whole hundred" suggest that the rapper is now at the top of his game and has acquired not only significant wealth but also powerful allies.
Overall, the lyrics to Shmunk convey a sense of power and confidence, underlining the rapper's ambition and determination to succeed.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, you heard me right (huh)
Confirming that the listener heard correctly and starting the song with a confident tone
Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (huh)
Asserting that the singer is not looking for trouble or conflict
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (oh, huh)
Informing that the singer has a firearm with him at all times
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Boasting of having wealth and connections to organized crime
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (oh, huh)
Describing how the singer used to be frugal by cutting off a slice of bread at a time but now has enough funds to be careless with it
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (oh, huh)
Indicating that the singer now has a significant amount of money and has doubled his earnings
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled, thrice (oh, huh)
Threatening to ignore someone, leaving them on read, or run away from them, to emphasize that they are not worth the singer's time or attention
Drivin', yeah, runnin' it up, I'm talkin' 'bout big price (oh, huh)
Bringing up the idea of making large profits while driving and being on the move
Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all
Asserting that the singer is the greatest and most influential in the music industry
Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (fall, fall)
Reinforcing that the singer is the top artist in the game and his rivals will fail in comparison
I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (yeah, yeah)
Admitting to being involved in drug-dealing in the past and hinting that this is how he attained his wealth
I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (yeah, yeah)
Referring to the singer's past of working alongside violent individuals in the trafficking of illegal drugs
I was pullin' up with thugs (grrah), I was pullin' up with guns
Suggesting that the singer used to arrive at locations accompanied by intimidating individuals armed with firearms
I've been pullin' up in big whips, yeah, y'all still smokin' Runtz (skrrt)
Stating that the singer now drives expensive and luxurious cars while his competitors are still smoking cheap marijuana
I got a whole lotta money, lil' bitch, I got a bunch (yeah)
Boasting of having significant wealth, and dismissing others who may try to compete
I don't even need no security, I got guns (I got guns)
Declaring that the singer is capable of protecting himself and does not require additional security measures
I need me a moment of clarity, I'm movin' these tons (I'm movin' these tons)
Expressing the need for a break or time to think clearly while handling large amounts of drugs
Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley, with the big boy drum
Describing the singer's arrival in a unique, expensive car that also has a quality sound system
Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon' get you sprung
Warning others not to disrespect the mysterious and formidable organization that the singer is associated with
Yeah, and I boot up for fun (fun), do that shit for fun (fun)
Implying that the Singer enjoys risk-taking activities and considers them amusing
Yeah, reloadin' my shit, you 'bout to go to the sun
Suggesting that the singer is arming himself again after intense use, and that others should be prepared for violence
Travelin' round with thugs, yeah, we number one (we number one)
Reinforcing the idea that the singer is surrounded by violent individuals who are not afraid to use force to maintain their power
Brr, light his bitch-ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (brr)
Describing how someone will be shot with a gun's recoil, and making a crude comparison to smoking a marijuana cigar
Brr, I'm so cold, my diamonds negative one
Boasting about having valuable jewelry that is so bright, it has a negating effect on surrounding light
I got big old cash, know what I'm sayin'? That bitch want five
Announcing that the singer has made a significant amount of money, and potentially offering the suggestion that someone may want to contribute to it
I ain't listen to nobody's shit, I'ma live my life, my life
Insisting on living life on his own terms and ignoring others' opinions, regardless of how they may negatively affect him
I'm 'bout to boot up, it's just for the night, 'bout to pour up some Sprite, uh
Getting drunk on Sprite, insinuating that the singer is taking drugs and partying for the night
When I'm in Urus, that big body steppin', that bitch 'bout a knife, slice
Referring to how comfortable he is while driving his expensive Lamborghini Urus, with its large size and ability to cut through traffic
Rich on rich, pallbearer and they thunder
Describing a funeral or burial service attended by wealthy individuals, who make their presence felt in some way
Pull up with stick and it got a whole hundred
Arriving with a weapon that has a full magazine of bullets
Give the bitch coverage, I tap her bumper
Implying that the singer is having intercourse with a woman, and is providing protection and coverage so that others cannot see the act taking place
I know the bitch only want her some money
Admitting that the woman he is with is interested in him only for his money and wealth
I get the bitch and I catch me a body
Indicating that the singer is willing to kill someone to protect himself and those close to him, and strongly suggesting that he has done so in the past
Pull up and I chop it, I pop it and pop it
Suggesting a violent act where someone pulls out a weapon and fires quickly multiple times
She fuck with my diamonds, I fuck with her Gotti then
Indicating that the woman is interested in the singer's wealth and jewelry, and the singer is interested in her connections to organized crime
I need to buy me a brand new big body Benz
Expressing desire for a new, expensive car to show off his wealth
Ain't comin' in if they ain't let them shottas in
Stating that the singer and his entourage will not enter an establishment if their armed associates are not allowed access
FN in my shirt, I Givenchy my shirt
Wearing designer clothing and carrying a high-powered firearm on one's person
'Bout to get this shit tailored, I'ma put the pants in
Preparing to have clothing tailored to fit him exactly, and emphasizing his wealth and luxury
Play, your whole clique get spinned
Threatening to violently attack an entire group of people
Play, your whole clique get shot, beat the lil' bitch back in
Continuing the same aggressive insult, this time threatening to kill someone specifically
I don't even go to no show, mama, I get a big backend
Not caring about the popularity and success of live performances, but rather focusing on the financial earnings after the fact
Scary-ass nigga, I don't want him 'round me, whoa, he ain't my friend
Describing someone who is frightening or untrustworthy, and making it clear that this person is not welcome around the singer
He ain't my five, my slime, my blood, my kind, no, he ain't my kin
Suggesting that the artist is not related or connected in any way to the person being described, and making it clear that he is not affiliated with the singer's gang or organization
Got the bitch here tattooing her skin, said she wan' do it again
Describing a woman who is getting tattooed and expressing a desire to repeat the process
I got them M's and I'll do it again, got a bitch jaw breakin'
Reiterating the fact that the artist is wealthy and won't hesitate to spend money again, and potentially describing a violent act on a woman
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (oh, huh)
Repeating the earlier warning to disregard, ignore, or run away from someone three times
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Liam Barnea, Noah Smith, Zion Archer Miller
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaired, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ them drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs (Thugs), we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Yeat]
I was pullin’ up with thugs (Shh, grrah), I was pullin’ up in Ghosts (Pullin’ up in Ghosts)
I’ve been pullin’ up in big whips, yeah, y’all still smokin’ Runtz (Skrrt)
Yeah, whole lotta money, lil’ bitch (Shh), I got a bunch (Yeah, I got a bunch)
I don’t even need no security, I got guns (Shh, I got guns)
I need me a moment of clarity, I’m movin’ these tons (I’m movin’ these tons, shh-ah, shh-ah)
Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley, with the big boy drum
Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon’ get you sprung (Get you sprung)
Yeah, and I boot up for fun (Fun), do that shit for fun (Shit for fun)
Yeah, reloadin’ my shit, yeah, but I go to the sun (Go to the sun)
Travelin’ round with thugs, yeah, we number one (We number one)
Brr, I hit his bitch ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (Brr)
Brr, I’m so cold, my diamonds negative one (One)
I got big lil’ bitch, wanna send that bitch, wanna thrive
I ain’t listen to nobody’s shit, I’ma live my life, my life
I better boot up and just play the night, man, that boy is a spike
I’m in the Urus, that big body steppin’, that bitch ’bout a knife, slice
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ them drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs, we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Rich on rich, poppin’ eight-hundred
Pull up with sticks, and then got a whole hundred
Get this bitch covered, I tap her bumper
I know the bitch, only want her some money
I get the bitch, and I catch me a baddy
Pull up in her trap, and I pop it, and pat it
She fuck with my diamonds, I fuck with her Gotti
Then I need to buy me a brand new big-body Benz
Ain’t comin’ in if they ain’t at the shooter’s end
Been feelin’ myself, I just mixed my shake
Better get this shit tailored, I’m a pink, pink van
Pray your whole clique get spint
Pray your whole clique get shot, bitch, leave the bitch back in
I just be gunnin’ on show, mama, I get a big back in
Scary-ass nigga, I don’t wanna run, woah, hit my friend
Hit my five, my slime, my blunt, my [kind?], no, he not Kim
Got the bitch here, I spent two on her skin, said she wanna do it again
I got them M’s and I do it again, got the bitch jawbreakin’
[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ them drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs (Thugs), we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)
@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,
Bi moo
@BySixx
hardest song of the album. bro. also. release BOOTED, INSANE, Z06 AND BOSS UP
@sumerianbeats8589
this goes stupid but sshhhhh is a the best too many bangers on this album
@Proddiamondz
@SumerianBeats I BEEN SAYINNNNNN
@sketchyzxch2958
@maxwelldreadd who
@reparahidro408
naaahh, the best song is no more talk
@sannanamases2727
@@reparahidro408watch
@colescifres9210
The duo we didn’t know we needed 😭
@fbgluis35
NEVA 💀
@khristepunch3766
Knew we needed it since I don’t text back
@LasVegasLegend
Should We record Yeat Live Performance? 📹🔥