[Intro] (Makers) Yeah [Chorus] I’m getting neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho’ popping they tw*t, I’m getting this s*it back on lock Rocking some Prada high top, I’m cashing out on a lot Turn this s*it back up a notch, fu*k what these boys talking ’bout [Verse 1] I’m back with these racks out the bank Like Titanic, they want me to sink Got a new batch I’m smoking, it’s stanking Went to Tootsie’s, let her throw a little twinkie They ain’t think I go hard in the paint N!gga, I told you, it’s fu*k what you think Wrap that boy up like a blanket Now take a swim in the lake Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape And Young Flo gon’ come turn up the bass Got Biscotti, I’m smoking this grade A Got some shrooms take me straight outta space I wake up, all I want is a payday I got rich without doing the Nae Nae OG Bobby, this ain’t no Lil’ Ray Ray Getting it in, count it faster then straight A’s Virgil Mercedes, tinted up you can’t see on the E-way Balling like EA, pretty vibes overseas for the C-day My b!tch got a three-eighty, she so up north, s*it outta PA Give me neck, yeah, the throat, baby Jump on the yacht, let her go crazy [Chorus] Yeah, I’m getting neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho’ popping they tw*t, I’m getting this s*it back on lock Rocking some Prada high top, I’m cashing out on a lot Turn this s*it back up a notch, fu*k what these boys talking ’bout [Verse 2] I’m back in all black like the crow (Back) Papa Doc, n!ggas thought I would choke (Choke) Smack her ass and I grab by the throat (Throat) Overseas with some treesh on a boat (Treesh) Fans see me, they say I’m the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) I don’t cap, n!ggas thought it was a joke Eight hundred something for the show (Eight hundred) Leave a three-five Biscotti in the roach, yeah I’m in London at the Harris, send a photo I’m rocking a jacket, let it drag to the floor Popping the tags in the Tes’, they like, \”No more\” Add it up fast, and don’t tell them what’s the total, yeah Feel like spazzing, I’m spazzing (Spazz) Dropping s*it back to back on they throats with no promo (Promo) Every day, I get fashion I’m a model rockstar with a cropped leather jacket, yeah My Lambo the fastest, took the turbo Porsche over to Aston (Skrr) Took the Maybach truck over to Audi (Skrr) Can’t believe these fu*k n!ggas that doubted Put that s*it on, I don’t need your stylist (Stylist) Geek it up and get high as a pilot Got a big house with vibes and we vibing Take the yacht and we sail to an island, yeah [Chorus] Yeah, I’m getting neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho’ popping they tw*t, I’m getting this s*it back on lock Rocking some Prada high top, I’m cashing out on a lot Turn this s*it back up a notch, fu*k what these boys talking ’bout [Outro] Fu*k what these boys talking ’bout. Neck On A Yacht lyrics – Gunna : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com
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