Song Info: You Don’t Exist Yeat Song name is Flawless sung by Yeat.
You Don’t Exist Yeat Lyrics
[Intro: Sharedatb^^chlikeapizza & Nolovejroc]
Yeah
Out here thuggin’, my boy
How many money chains you made, jit?
S^^t, sixty-five, you heard me?
Hold on, what your money on your shoes for?
That mean I walk to the money
D^^n
You know what I’m sayin’?
Money on my watch, that mean time is money
Money on my phone, that mean I talk to the money (Yeah)
Money on my chain, that mean the money hang with me (Oh, really?)
Money on my hat, that mean money on my mind
Money on my Kool-Aid, that mean my money sweet
Oh, yeah, G, what the-what is on your, uh, shades for?
Shades, that mean I see the money, you heard me?
Out here thuggin’, you feel me? Just chillin’
Sixty-five money chains on my neck, oh, yeah
Out here thuggin,’ you know what I’m saying? Chillin’
Sharedatb^^chlikeapizza, you heard me?
(BNYX)
[Chorus: Yeat]
You don’t exist
Take a Perc’ in the Tonka, that’s it
Money swollen like cyst, huh
They done put faith in the kid, huh
Got a Bentley Mulsanne in my hangar
The big body peel off the road, watch it spin (Woo)
I’m the one, got a million dollars
I doubled that s^^t, then I tripled again
[Post-Chorus: Yeat]
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Buffy the Vampire Slayer with these Cartiers (Cartier)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Even though she is in love, I am still heartless, yeah (Heartless, yeah)
Mixed up the party pack, popped like a molly
I was that fresh young n^^ga rockin’ Marni
Young n^^ga, yeah, I’m raw like Maaly (Ha, ha, Maaly)
Yeah, I’m so raw, I don’t even use a condom (I don’t use a what?), I’m sorry
When I play golf, only time for a par
Audemar watch cost me a new car (Hah)
Marry my b^^ch and I treat her like Marge
Shuzoes my sneaker and I still take the Parras
Yeah, shoutout my twizzy
This Percocet right here, this s^^t got me dizzy
When life give you lemons, then crush that, it’s Simply
N^^gas, they rats, they like mice, they like Minnie and Mickey
Rock Balenciaga on Dickie
I got two stupid a^^ Glocks and it came with the switch
And I named they a^^ Ren and Lil’ Stimpy
I was the one that was handlin’ business
I was just mixin’ the Perky with Bennie
I was the one that was pushin’ the limit (I was the one)
Run up the numbers like it was a scrimmage
Ran up the bands on you broke-a^^ n^^gas
Ran up them ba-a-ands (Where yo’ bands?)
I got them racks all in my own pants
You n^^gas fa-a-ans (F^^k yo’ fans)
[Chorus: Yeat]
You don’t exist
Take a Perc’ in the Tonka, that’s it
Money swollen like cyst, huh
They done put faith in the kid, huh
Got a Bentley Mulsanne in my hangar
The big body peel off the road, watch it spin (Woo)
I’m the one, got a million dollars (Woo)
I doubled that s^^t, then I tripled again
[Post-Chorus: Yeat]
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (Tripled again)