HeliMAn Lyrics – Yeat

[Chorus: Yeat]
(Yeah)
You outside, don't get rolled up
You on this side, yeah
You was outside, yeah
You was outside all again (Phew)
I got the front door locked, uh
You ain't coming in, hey
Bag after bag, on the week (Yeah)
Bag after bag, I can't sleep (Bag after bag)
Real geek man, I'm a geek (Yeah, huh, yeah, uh)
Stop saying all this sh!t, huh
Stop saying you so real, uh (So real)
Stop saying you get money, yeah
You ain't never see no deal, uh (What, deal)
You say you kill everybody (Shh)
You ain't never see no kill, huh
I like being on private jets, 'cause I don't even like feeling rеal
And we send 'em sidеways, and we send 'em sideways
And we send 'em going out the front door on holidays
Yeah, we get you f**ked up on curbs on the line way
Yeah, we get you f**ked up, get bent like an archway (Aah, ah, ah)
B!tch, I'm on the beach again, got two M's I'm like ...? again (Hey)
I been on these flights again, they might as well call me "Heliman" (Woo, woo)
They say how I do that? I told that b!tch, "It ain’t elegant"
They say I do it different? Yeah, I got too rich, I’m like yes, man

[Verse: Yeat]
They ain’t never see my side
You ain’t never see my side (What?)
You ain’t never see my shooter (Hold up)
You ain’t never see my view, huh
I pull up 2 by 2 (Huh), I pull up 2 by 2 (Huh)
I ain’t even need no reason, I’m gon’ pull out lil’ dude (Yeah)
They say they wanna chop it like us, yeah, they not no head, man (Chop-chop)
You’re gonna get X’d out on the cross, yeah, not no red (Cross)
Side by side, side, we got big trucks and big guns (Errr)
They ask where I came from, I’m the holy one
Put it on the sun, put it on the moon, heh
Tell me what the f**k you do before you gonna do it
Tell me how the f**k I look before you ever suit it
I forgot this money on me, I don’t ever pursue it

[Chorus: Yeat]
(Yeah)
You outside, don't get rolled up
You on this side, yeah
You was outside, yeah
You was outside all again (Phew)
I got the front door locked, uh
You ain't coming in, hey
Bag after bag, on the week (Yeah)
Bag after bag, I can't sleep (Bag after bag)
Real geek man, I'm a geek (Yeah, huh, yeah, uh)
Stop saying all this sh!t, huh
Stop saying you so real, uh (So real)
Stop saying you get money, yeah
You ain't never see no deal, uh (What, deal)
You say you kill everybody (Shh)
You ain't never see no kill, huh
I like being on private jets, 'cause I don't even like feeling real
And we send 'em sideways, and we send 'em sideways
And we send 'em going out the front door on holidays
Yeah, we get you f**ked up on curbs on the line way
Yeah, we get you f**ked up, get bent like an archway (Aah, ah, ah)
B!tch, I'm on the beach again, got two M's I'm like ...? again (Hey)
I been on these flights again, they might as well call me "Heliman" (Woo, woo)
They say how I do that? I told that b!tch, "It ain’t elegant"
They say I do it different? Yeah, I got too rich, I’m like yes, man

[Outro: Yeat]
They ain’t never see my side
You ain’t never see my side (What?)
You ain’t never see my shooter (Hold up)
You ain’t never see my view, huh
I pull a 2 by 2 (Huh), I pull a 2 by 2 (Huh)
I ain’t even have no reason, I’m gon’ pull out lil’ dude (Yeah)
(Chop-chop)
(Cross)
(Err)