Lyrics Yeat – Shmunk

Shmunk Lyrics – Yeat

Singer: Yeat
Title: Shmunk

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)
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’ b#tch (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 sh#t for fun (Shit for fun)
Yeah, reloadin’ my sh#t, 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 b#tch #ss up, yeah, just like a blunt (Brr)

Brr, I’m so cold, my diamonds negative one (One)
I got big lil’ b#tch, wanna send that b#tch, wanna thrive
I ain’t listen to nobody’s sh#t, 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 b#tch ’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 (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)
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Rich on rich, poppin’ eight-hundred

Pull up with sticks, and then got a whole hundred
Get this b#tch covered, I tap her bumper
I know the b#tch, only want her some money
I get the b#tch, and I catch me a baddy

Pull up in her trap, and I pop it, and pat it
She f#ck with my diamonds, I f#ck 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 sh#t tailored, I’m a pink, pink van
Pray your whole clique get spint
Pray your whole clique get shot, b#tch, leave the b#tch back in

I just be gunnin’ on show, mama, I get a big back in
Scary-ass n#gg#, I don’t wanna run, woah, hit my friend
Hit my five, my slime, my blunt, my [?], no, he not Kim
Got the b#tch 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 b#tch jawbreakin’
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)
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