Dub Lyrics – Yeat

[Intro: Yeat]
Ayy, Geo—

[Chorus: Yeat]
I just caught a dub with some thugs
Rock Balenci' (Yeah, hey)
I just caught a dub with some thugs
Rock Balenci' (Hey, yeah)
I just poured it up in my cup
Sh!t got icky (Yeah)
She pulling up, she sucking on the d!ck
This sh!t got sticky (Yeah)
I stab you in your back
If I don't f**k with you like Ricky (F**k 'em)
I can't trust a soul
I keep this stick on me, lil' bl!cky
I just went and peeled off, GLE-ski
'cause sh!t got shifty
B!tch, I need to geek up
Get a lil' higher or I'ma get a lil' p!ssy

[Post-Chorus: Yeat]
(Hey, hey)
Where the problem at?
(Hey, hey)
I'm spinning off these Percs like I'm a laundromat
(Hey, hey)
B!tch playing with my wood, she a lumberjack
(Hey, hey)
Ayy, I just touchеd an M but I doubled that

[Verse: Yeat]
We heard you was snitching, yеah
How you proud of that? (Ack)
I just told Lil' Cranky
"B!tch, I'm out of here" (Lil' Crank)
I'm sipping on this mud, lil' b!tch
I don't sip no beer (No way)
What you said? What you owe? (Owe)
I'm full of red from head to toe
(From head to toe)
Yeah, I thought I was dead
Had to let you know (You know, uh)
Yeah, my demons said, "No, don't let go"
Yeah, diamonds flooded
Walking on this beat, then I scrub it
This b!tch went brush her teeth, and she love it
Yeah, smoke 'em like some sheets, the clip hold 40's
My pockets got obese (Fat), ginormous
B!tch boy on the cross (Cross)
I got them Forgis
Can't buy you none of this sauce
You couldn't afford it (No way)
I'm rich 'cause I'm a boss
I been on Forbes list (Yo)
Diamonds glistening
I just flossed (Flossed), flossed
Seen you walking down the street, yeah
Before you crossed
I got killers on my team and they get you lost
(Get you lost)
Take a Perc, mix with the bean, yeah-yeah
That's my sauce (That's my sauce, mix it up)

[Chorus: Yeat]
I just caught a dub with some thugs
Rock Balenci'
I just caught a dub with some thugs
Rock Balenci' (Hey, yeah)
I just poured it up in my cup
Sh!t got icky
She pulling up, she sucking on the d!ck
This sh!t got sticky (Ha)
I stab you in your back
If I don't f**k with you like Ricky
I can't trust a soul
I keep this stick on me, lil' bl!cky
I just went and peeled off
GLE-ski, 'cause sh!t got shifty
B!tch, I need to geek up
Get a lil' higher or I'ma get a lil' p!ssy

[Post-Chorus: Yeat]
(Hey, hey)
Where the problem at?
(Hey, hey)
I'm spinning off these Percs like I'm a laundromat
(Hey, hey)
B!tch playing with my wood, she a lumberjack
(Hey, hey)
Ayy, I just touched an M but I doubled that