Showtime Showtime - Yeet lyrics

[Hook : Quill] Finessin' with the check got the hoes like YEET The gas I'm smokin on got the club like YEET b**hes on my line they on my phone like YEET Hop up in my whip and I feel up like YEET I got the hoes like YEET In the club like YEET On my phone like YEET When I peel off like YEET [Verse 1 : Showtime Showtime] Callin' up my plug cause I know he got that YEET Bad b**h in my bed and she givin' up that YEET Fresh I f** her, then it's f**ed up Pa** her up [?] Ask her what was that? that's that YEET (that's that YEET!) I walk in and your b**h starin' Other n***as no comparin' We ain't cuffin' so we cheerin' I'm so fly catch me [?] With some J's on my feet She like my swag [?] And it's up to my ride, I pull up feel that YEET [Hook] [Verse 2 : Quill] Peel off on that lap baby You know that's hot drop baby Bands we be blowin' Bad b**hes rollin' Diamonds yes they glowin' [?] Pocket full of money can't walk right Hate bein' broke don't feel right Got you ho on my side make you look twice [?] should know [?] damn dice Hoes they be flexin' [?] YEET And ye ain't talkin' money then you must be slick [Hook] .