Yeet - Destorm Power

Unless your ass ain’t never been on Vine you’ll know what this shit means

Turn Up, Turn Up, Turn Up

Okay as soon as I hit the club Imma yeet (yeet)

Everybody staring while I hit my yeet (yeet)

Bitch can’t do it like me, now watch me yeet (yeet yah, yeet)

Yeet, Yeet, Yeet

I got these rappers all up in their feelings

This single’ll probably sell a half a million

I still ain’t signed no contract, so why you shook

I studied hard so I could do it off the books

Girl I can make the bed squeak

I could make your day better

Taking shots with

Beed, Bach, and Mayweather

We out in Vegas, fucking faded, took a short hiatus

And now I’m back with this yeet shit for all you haters

Niggas popping shit, don’t make me have to call in favors

Stuck together like Catdog, and now they mad cuz all us made it

We LA’s finest, LA’s vinest, that’s the fan for life

On my Adam Silver shit, you’ll get banned for life

Bitchh

Summertime’s coming, waiting on that i8 to drop

On sunset with a bad bitch, still screaming out «I hate the cops»

Yo girl aight, my girl’s all right, Now sit back and watch her yeet

Better face, better waist, she got a better ass and better feet

Now she on the wall and she upside down

Girl let me fill that cup right now

Tell me you want to talk later, talk later?

Bitch, what’s up right now?

Gave you all a chance to eat, gave you all chance to play

Back Marty McFly nigga, if you ain’t got the then sway

55 wagging, can’t blame a nigga for bragging

Got platinum on my head like Sisqo the dragon

Wonders on the beat, so a nigga gonna eat

Now YEET!

East coast, west coast, everybody in it

Do the rifle dance now bring it to your feet

Pull your guns out (Grat ta ta)

Shoot em down

Arm up, throw it back, and take it to the ground