On tha linë
yeat Lyrics


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Yeah, how does he does it? (Rah, yeah)
Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah, 'cause I love it (phew, yeah)
Forty-five seconds, you in and you out for a dozen (phew)
Yeah, and this money too far, gonna save that shit, I won't touch it (yeah)
Back off a shot, gon' break, kick back like buckets
Snappin' the fakes in my circle like Kit-Kat does it
I can take your lil' bitch if I want to, yeah, but I doesn't (but I doesn't)
I just chopped up the G65
Took it straight out the shop, take it back to my house (woo)
They ask how the hell I make money
I couldn't even tell 'em 'cause I don't know how (rah)
Turn up that bih' 'til it blazin', yeah
Turn up the bih' 'til it bounce (yeah)
We too far gone, couldn't save that shit
So Perc'd out, yeah, on the couch (yeah, yeah)

I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse, yeah
Can't even rock with us, you not a boss, yeah
I done invented this shit, all my sauce, yeah
And I'm gon' rock out at every show, yeah (hold up)

You not my twin, you not my bro (hey, hey)
Everywhere I go, I'm takin' my plug
Yeah, we drippin', it's syrup, that's aight no trippin'
Sippin' on syrup all day, couldn't hold it in, I'm pissin'
He done put everything on the line, on the kid, now he end up missin'
When you got a lot of money comin' in
Then you better start the big tippin' (flip it)

Yeah, how does he does it? (Rah, yeah)
Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah, 'cause I love it (phew, yeah)
Forty-five seconds, you in and you out for a dozen (phew)
Yeah, and this money too far, gonna save that shit, I won't touch it (yeah)
Back off a shot, gon' break, kick back like buckets
Snappin' the fakes in my circle like Kit-Kat does it
I can take your lil' bitch if I want to, yeah, but I doesn't (but I doesn't)
I just chopped up the G65
Took it straight out the shop, take it back to my house (woo)
They ask how the hell I make money
I couldn't even tell 'em 'cause I don't know how (rah)
Turn up that bih' 'til it blazin', yeah
Turn up the bih' 'til it bounce (yeah)
We too far gone, couldn't save that shit
So Perc'd out, yeah, on the couch (yeah, yeah)

I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse, yeah
Can't even rock with us, you not a boss, yeah




I done invented this shit, all my sauce, yeah
And I'm gon' rock out at every show, yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Yeat's song On tha linë is an expression of the artist's lifestyle, his love for drugs and the money he makes from his music. Yeat voices his desire for drugs openly in the opening lines of the song, saying he is "Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah 'cause I love it," implying his addiction. He also touches on the subject of money, saying he doesn't know how he makes it, probably because of the drugs' influence on his life. Yeat emphasizes his success as an artist, claiming that he invented the style with his "sauce" and that he's rocking every show.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, how does he does it? (Rah, yeah)
I wonder how Yeat manages to live his life in the fast lane.


Stuck in the mix, mix pills, yeah, 'cause I love it (phew, yeah)
I can't help but mix and consume my pills, it's just what I love to do.


Forty-five seconds, you in and you out for a dozen (phew)
I'm quick to act and get things done, I don't waste time on things.


Yeah, and this money too far, gonna save that shit, I won't touch it (yeah)
I'm making so much money that I have to save some of it, I can't spend it all.


Back off a shot, gon' break, kick back like buckets
I take a shot of alcohol and enjoy the kickback feeling.


Snappin' the fakes in my circle like Kit-Kat does it
I'm quick to call out anyone who is fake in my inner circle, like breaking apart a Kit-Kat bar.


I can take your lil' bitch if I want to, yeah, but I doesn't (but I doesn't)
I could easily make any girl mine, but I choose not to.


I just chopped up the G65
I just modified my G65 car to make it even better.


Took it straight out the shop, take it back to my house (woo)
I just picked up my newly modified car and drove it home.


They ask how the hell I make money
People are always curious about how I manage to make so much money.


I couldn't even tell 'em 'cause I don't know how (rah)
I'm not even sure how I make so much money, it just happens.


Turn up that bih' 'til it blazin', yeah
I turn up the music and enjoy it, until it's loud and blazing.


Turn up the bih' 'til it bounce (yeah)
I pump up the volume on the music, until it's bouncing with energy.


We too far gone, couldn't save that shit
We've gone too far to turn back now, we can't change anything.


So Perc'd out, yeah, on the couch (yeah, yeah)
I'm so high on Percocet that I'm just sitting on the couch, enjoying the feeling.


I'm a big dog, yeah, you a mouse, yeah
I'm a powerful person, while you're just a small, insignificant one.


Can't even rock with us, you not a boss, yeah
If you're not powerful and a leader like us, you can't be part of our group.


I done invented this shit, all my sauce, yeah
I created this style and everything about it, it's my unique signature.


And I'm gon' rock out at every show, yeah
I'm going to perform amazingly at every show, and enjoy every minute of it.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jonathan Hernandez, Noah Smith, Pablo Sanchez

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@sellsbags

I got an addiction to this man’s music

@Music-lv6dx

https://youtu.be/vPntofCZufM Do I Got Potential ? 💜

@540dc8

Yeat need to make a song with his white version https://youtu.be/-psTy6BkLAY

@2winblat

Me too..I went and bought a whole turban..

@wintrrxo

Same lmao

@sellsbags

@TAKE OFF Been thinkin of buying one myself 😂

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@bando4303

6 million years later and this still slaps

@tobeknownasalex2274

real

@bando4303

@ToBeKnownAsAlex I am from the future and I sip alien lean with yeat now

@ch1ck3n25

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