"Easy Peasy" lyrics
Chy Cartier & Lil Yachty Lyrics
Man, them bitches rubbed out, I took the star route
Why the fuck you calling this car cute?
Urus black like me and this sexy, look like my twin flame, look at my whip game
I don't even drink Pepsi, me, I can look and see them bitches do coke
I'm up like 7, the bank transfer go through in seconds
New smoke, new smoke
I'm gonna get quicker, get them a doctor and a new coat
I'm not even trying, I'm too cold
Niggas see me and they do fold
Too old, them bitches too old
Hating on me 'cause I'm young and I'm lit
'Cause I'm turnt, I'm sexy and rich
I ride around with a dry mouth, I never could be a lick
[?] bricks
Pop me an X and vibe out, I get to talking with lisp
Finger right in her ass like a disc
I recommend tools, I'm MVP, no assist
My foot on the pedal, it's heavy, I'm hearing it hiss
Backing the doctor, doubling 'scripts, I'm taking a risk
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
They get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bag of riri riri
Certified set up like CD, smoking on shisha, feel like habibi
If you taunt me, turn off the TV, all of the opps stink
If they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy
Fine shit said he wants to come London
But this shit like a dungeon
He heard it's just tea and crumpets
I told him to stop the assumptions
Fine style wanna come to Atlanta
I told her leave her phone and cameras
Got GCs going bananas
We gon' leave this bitch as a dancer
But I thought it was Magic City
To the way how I put them dancing
Man, I said I'm the best
You know I was telling, not asking
Ha, it's always me that's the last one laughing
Advancing
And that's why her man a fan, her man be glancing
We get to the chicken
But we don't fuck with Nando's
15 chilling in bandos, I was tryna lose my V to a rando
My new bitch thick and Nigerian, shit, I can tell by her daddy's sandals
My twin on the way, he a candle
Three piece santi, she go commando
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
They get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bag of riri riri
Certified set up like CD, smoking on shisha, feel like habibi
If you taunt me, turn off the TV
All of the opps stink, if they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy
Why the fuck you calling this car cute?
Urus black like me and this sexy, look like my twin flame, look at my whip game
I don't even drink Pepsi, me, I can look and see them bitches do coke
I'm up like 7, the bank transfer go through in seconds
New smoke, new smoke
I'm gonna get quicker, get them a doctor and a new coat
I'm not even trying, I'm too cold
Niggas see me and they do fold
Too old, them bitches too old
Hating on me 'cause I'm young and I'm lit
'Cause I'm turnt, I'm sexy and rich
I ride around with a dry mouth, I never could be a lick
[?] bricks
Pop me an X and vibe out, I get to talking with lisp
Finger right in her ass like a disc
I recommend tools, I'm MVP, no assist
My foot on the pedal, it's heavy, I'm hearing it hiss
Backing the doctor, doubling 'scripts, I'm taking a risk
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
They get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bag of riri riri
Certified set up like CD, smoking on shisha, feel like habibi
If you taunt me, turn off the TV, all of the opps stink
If they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy
Fine shit said he wants to come London
But this shit like a dungeon
He heard it's just tea and crumpets
I told him to stop the assumptions
Fine style wanna come to Atlanta
I told her leave her phone and cameras
Got GCs going bananas
We gon' leave this bitch as a dancer
But I thought it was Magic City
To the way how I put them dancing
Man, I said I'm the best
You know I was telling, not asking
Ha, it's always me that's the last one laughing
Advancing
And that's why her man a fan, her man be glancing
We get to the chicken
But we don't fuck with Nando's
15 chilling in bandos, I was tryna lose my V to a rando
My new bitch thick and Nigerian, shit, I can tell by her daddy's sandals
My twin on the way, he a candle
Three piece santi, she go commando
Who's that? Who's that? Miss CC
In the booth with Boat, bitches know I'm a goat, they all wanna be me
Hit your body but it reeks and leaks like Nene
They get you ticked off easy peasy
I like a bag of riri riri
Certified set up like CD, smoking on shisha, feel like habibi
If you taunt me, turn off the TV
All of the opps stink, if they want smoke, get 'em gon' easy
