Hit-Boy - Yadda Yadda lyrics

rate me

Ft. Wale

(Produced by Hit-Boy)

(Intro: Wale)

I concur, brother Chonsey

You've done quite well on this production

No doubt about it

(Hook: Wale)

Now do I got it? No doubt about it

Credit card without a limit so I bought it, bought it

Ain't tryin' to bother nobody but to be honest

When I'm on it I can body somebody, which body that want it

Do I got it? No doubt about it

Credit card without a limit so I bought it, bought it

Ain't tryin' to bother nobody but I be honest

When I'm on it I can body somebody, with yadda-yaddas

Talk to 'em

(Verse: Hit-Boy)

From the turf to the pavement, my engagement

To this life of uncertainty got me impatient

Instead of saying fuck it, OG's said pace it

My favorite past time took me places

Now I'm the best hitter on the diamond with loaded bases

And still can't get past this fake shit

I'd rather hang out with a racist

At least I know they hating ya boy in ears whispering to men on some gay shit

But when I see 'em in public, they don't say shit

Niggas on ya who keep thinking that girly shit is cute

Every word I utter a statement

Since cyphers at my mama's house like big ticker basement

Don't miss no payments

Yadda-Yadda, chitter-chatter, nigga's talk don't really matter

Spa dates with they baby mama, bust a nut on camera

I fathered whole styles, they like hold up Hit, slow down

Cuz if this shit reach the masses our new shit going to sound old now

Well nigga, guess what, saying next to who next up

Gave my idols they best shit and still can't get checks cut

Now do I got to think about it? Come see about it

Fight parties at the house of Hit look like Caesar's palace

Have ya eva hit yo woman crush at 3:30 in the mornin'

Call her Uber like 'bitch hurry'

I'm starting to get worried, I'm faded, my vision blurry

Players in the game want me to lose like Steph Curry

(Hook: Wale)