Yatta Intro:

Aww man this shit crazy Sully...
This remind me of that party I went to a while ago.
She was like "Oh we got them feel good smilely faces over here baby oooow" (Laughs)...
That shit got me fucked up.... it's Yatta

Yatta Veres:

Shit is banging like a 4-5, cause we more live//
When the doors slide open for boys wide//
Trying to take her to my spot and get her more high//
Fuck that penetration when the boy drive//
Into that into wet and juicy, extra booty, model diva//
Yat'll tease her, give her forward strokes and then rewind procedure//
About that cash flow, mad dough for brash flow//
If you ain't know about the click well now your ass know//
Last show, I had the club rocking on that popping vibe//
So what the fuck I got to stunt for , stop it five//
Them singing niggas, throwing shots at I,not surprised//
You still listed on that rookie card, weed in the cookie jar//
Talking about big well bitch I'm tookie large//
Instead of stepping to the team, you should took the loss//
That be Sully homie,that be Spicy baby//
For them tricks that barely spoke I just entice them lately//
Just get inside them crazy, funny ones that tried to play me//
They ain't never trying to leave

Got her rolling off them stars, percocets, and bars//
She be tripping, we be sipping, now we kicking it and aw//
(We gone get the this money niggas)2x
Got her sipping on that hen, vodka and that gin//
Rolling off the mollies, wildly let that shit begin//
(We gone get the this money niggas)2x

B Sully Verse:

Quit talking let's make moves.
Right now let's think this through.
By now she's wired up I'm tired of this family feud.
Spark up inhale the fumes
No worries no disputes.
I'm sure we all have dreams that never seem to get pursed.
To the world I don't exist.
Unheard but still the shit.
Pee you wouldn't wanna be you everything that we do comes with a twist.
Like Oliver bad bitch so I gotta polish her with nice things and fresh cloths I get home and demolish her.
1 for the money 2 for the hoes
Who came back stage and forgot to wear cloth.
Three for my DJ spinning this jam we finna get shit we Finna go ham showing up with her man but her man too bland fuck with b sully every chance you can.
Bout to ball out on these bitches like slam boss in the house call the homie Mcmahon.
Kick back Rolling up a gram
Plan to start a riot with some crazy ass friends.
Parents act afraid of the message I send cause I party till pass out drink till I'm dead.
Whats next high on stage to get the crowd going off of every song played.
Put your hands up for the district if you with this shit boy get money all day