Lil' Yachty No Vegetables Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thirty-two carats in my mouth
Bitch I ain't never ate no vegetables, I grew up in the South
Raised on the west, I still own my mama house
How you on my dick and still on your mama couch?
Free B.G., R.I.P Reesey, like Gwen I got no doubt
Twin might catch gout from all that stepping, clear shit out
I rack up an M and ice my ho, then f*ck her mouth (Yeah, yeah)
I beat up the bank, I cop new Chrome, I pour more drank, I scratch my tires (What?)
I'm geekin' with a Stacy, I call her girlfriend like Tracy
That ho'll feel insulted if you take her to a Macy's (Yeah)
All them empty threats from a nigga it's so make-believe (f*ck em)
Syrup in my cup, keep Aunt Jemima, this a map' tree
Been hit every ho that's good to go, that's why they hate me
All my stones two carat plus, just shake my hand, no reason that you can't freeze And it's f*ck these niggas, keep two triggers if it ain't peace

[Chorus]
Acid reflux, I been sippin' syrup all damn night (Facts)
I been tryna fight, but I'm feelin sleepy
My bitch upset, I got too geeked
I can't f*ck, she gon' leave me

[Verse 2]
Bitch, leave (Go)
Ice up on your wrist, 500K under my sleeve (Yeah)
It's us for real, a ho don't get it, go ask Jes' (Mmm, mmm)
Stay out my way, get ma dukes [?] the green (Ah)
He big, he tough, he bold, he buff, I bet he bleed still
And if it's out when we come through that city, roadkill

[Chorus]
Acid reflux, I been sippin' syrup all damn night (Facts)
I been tryna fight, but I'm feelin sleepy (Facts)
My bitch upset, I got too geeked
I can't f*ck, she gon' leave me (Woo)

[Outro]
It's us
Ruff, ruff, ruff

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