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.
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Yeat Lyrics
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Man, this money don’t make sense
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Lately I’m stuck on the bench
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex!"
(Let's fuck) come over, you on the table
And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
I'm rockin’ Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I started talkin’ my shit and
My shit popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Yeah, I'm throwin’ cash, throwin' cash
Cash layup
When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
Fresh on bud
They know, that, I can fly like a dove
Run through the bugs, free all my cuz’
They hate it, I see it, nobody show love
If I see 12, what the fuck, I'ma run
I'm smokin' exotic, I'm smokin' on Runtz
The money keep callin', I know it'll come
So pass me the blunt
Light it like I'm buzzed
No, I'm not your friend, no
I'm not your cuz'
I'm squashin' these bugs, I do what I want
She told me, "Come bone", that filet mignon
I'm doin' these drugs, make me feel at home
Could this shit get worse? I
Think I am cursed, wishin' the worst
Doin' these drugs got me talkin' in cursive
Man, that booty look better in person
This shit hot and sizzlin', scorchin'
Had no money so I made a fortune
Spend my money, my money extortion
Like a mummy, I'm wrapped up in goat skin
But I know that money make the world spin
Smokin' gas, goin' up like a ghost did, yeah
Smokin' gas, go up like ghost did
Man, this money don't make sense
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Lately I'm stuck on the bench
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex!"
(Let's fuck) come over, you on the table
Comme des Garçons on my neck
And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I started talkin' my shit and
My shit popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care
Cash layup
When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
In "Stay" by Yeat, the lyrics depict someone who is caught up in the pursuit of money and material possessions. The opening line, "Mikey, you ain't shit!", sets a confrontational tone, emphasizing the shallow nature of the individuals and their values portrayed in the song. The singer acknowledges that the money they are making doesn't make sense, but they continue to count their earnings, implying that their focus is solely on accumulating wealth.
The lyrics also touch on themes of casual sex and drug use. The singer receives an invitation for sex and agrees to it, emphasizing their willingness to indulge in immediate pleasures. They mention using drugs like yay (cocaine) and molly (MDMA), alongside the excessive consumption of alcohol. This reckless behavior is further emphasized in the line, "Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up," indicating a lifestyle of indulgence and self-destruction.
Despite the shallow and materialistic nature of the singer's existence, they are not completely oblivious to the hollowness of it all. They express their frustration and even a sense of being cursed, alluding to a deeper dissatisfaction and a desire for something more meaningful. However, they find temporary solace in drugs, which provide them a sense of belonging and familiarity.
Overall, "Stay" reflects a hedonistic lifestyle driven by money, casual encounters, and substance abuse, while simultaneously hinting at the underlying emptiness and longing for something more substantial.
Line by Line Meaning
Mikey, you ain't shit!
Mikey, you are insignificant and insignificant!
Man, this money don’t make sense
Dude, this wealth has no rational meaning
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Nevertheless, I continue to tally up these Mexican coins
Lately I’m stuck on the bench
Recently, I find myself in a stagnant position
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
Yet, I am still acquiring a significant sum of money
She said, 'Boy, I wanna have sex!'
She expressed her desire for sexual intercourse
(Let's fuck) come over, you on the table
(Let's engage in sexual activity) come to my place, you will be ready on the table
Comme des Garçons on my neck
French designer brand Comme des Garçons adorn my neck
And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
And I'm still enjoying this maple-flavored beverage (Let's proceed)
I'm rockin’ Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I am stylishly wearing Christian Dior and G-Star RAW clothing
I started talkin’ my shit and
I began expressing my swagger and confidence
My shit popped off
My boldness and attitude became widely recognized and praised
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Furthermore, I have never experienced financial ruin, as I have maintained only a single occupation
Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Blending cocaine with MDMA, I have a temporary inability to open my jaw due to muscular tension
Yeah, I'm throwin’ cash, throwin' cash
Yes, I am extravagantly spending money, throwing it away
Cash layup
Money effortlessly accumulated
When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer
When I participate in this track, I contribute financially through taxes
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Wearing excessive diamonds and jewelry while others lazily relax
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
Toil diligently through the night, consuming drugs to remain awake
Fresh on bud
Feeling invigorated and animated
They know, that, I can fly like a dove
They are aware that I possess the ability to soar like a bird
Run through the bugs, free all my cuz’
Overcome obstacles, liberate all my close friends
They hate it, I see it, nobody show love
They despise my success, I perceive their animosity, and no one demonstrates affection
If I see 12, what the fuck, I'ma run
If I encounter law enforcement, in response, I will swiftly flee
I'm smokin' exotic, I'm smokin' on Runtz
I am consuming rare, high-quality marijuana, specifically a strain called Runtz
The money keep callin', I know it'll come
The wealth continues to beckon me, I am certain it will arrive
So pass me the blunt
Hence, give me the rolled marijuana cigar
Light it like I'm buzzed
Ignite it as if I am already under the influence
No, I'm not your friend, no
No, I am not your companion, no
I'm not your cuz'
I am not your relative or close associate
I'm squashin' these bugs, I do what I want
I am suppressing and defeating my enemies, as I act at my own discretion
She told me, 'Come bone', that filet mignon
She requested my presence for sexual intercourse, comparing it to a high-quality cut of beef
I'm doin' these drugs, make me feel at home
I engage in drug use to create a comforting sense of belonging
Could this shit get worse? I
Could this situation deteriorate? I am considering
Think I am cursed, wishin' the worst
I suspect I am afflicted by a curse, desiring the most unfortunate outcomes
Doin' these drugs got me talkin' in cursive
As a result of drug use, I am speaking in a flowing and elegant manner
Man, that booty look better in person
My goodness, her posterior appears even more attractive in real life
This shit hot and sizzlin', scorchin'
This situation is extremely intense, blazing, and fiery
Had no money so I made a fortune
Initially lacking wealth, I managed to accumulate a significant amount
Spend my money, my money extortion
I extravagantly spend my money, it feels like an act of exploitation
Like a mummy, I'm wrapped up in goat skin
Similar to an ancient Egyptian mummy, I am enveloped in luxurious goat skin
But I know that money make the world spin
However, I am aware that money is the driving force behind the world's activities
Smokin' gas, goin' up like a ghost did, yeah
Inhaling potent marijuana, ascending like a departed spirit, yes
Man, this money don't make sense
Dude, this wealth has no rational meaning
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Nevertheless, I continue to tally up these Mexican coins
Lately I'm stuck on the bench
Recently, I find myself in a stagnant position
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
Yet, I am still acquiring a significant sum of money
She said, 'Boy, I wanna have sex!'
She expressed her desire for sexual intercourse
(Let's fuck) come over, you on the table
(Let's engage in sexual activity) come to my place, you will be ready on the table
Comme des Garçons on my neck
French designer brand Comme des Garçons adorn my neck
And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
And I'm still enjoying this maple-flavored beverage (Let's proceed)
I'm rockin' Christian Dior, and G-Star RAW
I am stylishly wearing Christian Dior and G-Star RAW clothing
I started talkin' my shit and
I began expressing my swagger and confidence
My shit popped off
My boldness and attitude became widely recognized and praised
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Furthermore, I have never experienced financial ruin, as I have maintained only a single occupation
Mix the yay with the molly, I got lockjaw
Blending cocaine with MDMA, I have a temporary inability to open my jaw due to muscular tension
Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care
Yes, I am extravagantly spending money without concern
Cash layup
Money effortlessly accumulated
When I hop on this song, I'm a tax payer
When I participate in this track, I contribute financially through taxes
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Wearing excessive diamonds and jewelry while others lazily relax
Work hard all night, take drugs, stayed up
Toil diligently through the night, consuming drugs to remain awake
Lyrics © STREAMCUT MEDIA, LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Lyrics:
Yeah, I, I, I just walk in with the
I, I, with the same gang
I got rich with the same gang
I just walk around my mansion, let my nuts hang
I got rich with the same gang
Yeah, got y'all sweatin', yeah, the whole gang
I be higher than God, bitch, I'm a crane
I be walkin' 'round my mansion, let my nuts hang
I just pulled up on a side, ooh
I like to give her surprise (you're turnt, you're turnt, you're turnt)
I'm on the Perc', I been closin' my eyes
I can't even tell you nothin', but you're lyin'
I had to cut all my ties
I couldn't even tell 'em nothin' 'cause they fried
I just walked in, stepping in these Louboutins
And she walked in, she clinging on my fuckin' junk
Yeah, I was shippin' Za', I was shippin' skunk
I take the Perc' and meditate, I'm a fucking monk
Yeah, why the hell you wastin' all my time? Why you catfish?
I just blocked you on my phone, on my time, bitch
All my bitch the baddest, yeah, a fine bitch
Yeah, one of my bitch a junky, she a fried bitch
What you tell the cops? Yeah, lyin' snitch
I just touched an M, Buffet rich (milli')
I just bought a private jet, yeah, stupid rich
Bitch, it's been fuck what they said, yeah, TwizzyRich
Yeah, I, I, I just walk in with the
I, I, with the same gang
I got rich with the same gang
I just walk around my mansion, let my nuts hang
I got rich with the same gang
Yeah, got y'all sweatin', yeah, the whole gang
I be higher than God, bitch, I'm a crane
I be walkin' 'round my mansion, let my nuts hang
I just pulled up on a side, ooh
I like to give her surprise (you're turnt, you're turnt, you're turnt)
I'm on the Perc', I been closin' my eyes
I can't even tell you nothin', but you're lyin'
I had to cut all my ties
I couldn't even tell 'em nothin' 'cause they fried
I just walked in, steppin' in these Louboutins
And she walked in, she clingin' on my fucking junk
Yeah, I was shippin' Za', I was shippin' skunk
I take the Perc' and meditate, I'm a fuckin' monk
@blaccmassxx
sorry for being gone for so long yall, getting ready for my lyrical lemonade set as well as dealing with grief, love you guys
@KOKOW0RLD
Much love! ❤
@offbeatAK
🫶🏽
@ryboi1337
It's for character development
You finna succeed soon
@josiahdawson7403
YESSSS SIRRRRR🎉🎉
@WobbleWobbleJay
Glad your back, hope everything is alright!
@Swagg
so fire
@basedluna0031
Tf u doing here 💀
@JEFFnaition
Dropped your chronus
@frizzlenizzle302
swagg?? ain’t no way