Ya Heard? (feat. slayr)

Lyrics: Luca Goad Music: Luca Goad (Skrt skrt skrt skrt) (Slime, slime, slime, slime) (Ya heard, ya heard, ya heard) (Skrt skrt skrt skrt skrt) Ya heard it, **** I'm determined Stick in the mud let the chop get dirty My bro got a bark and a bite, he not a furry  Bro wanna **** with the team, get buried ****ing with me, boy I'm the g-o-d I'm at the top boy, all of yall answer to me Getting guap boy, none of yall could match with me  So fake boy living in a fantasy Huh, you whip a Honda I'm whipping that Benz truck Pull up with mac-elevens got they hands up  I'm in the cut pouring drank in a fanta  Spray his body he'a turn to a dancer Painted it red like a flag or a banner  I could block your number if I want no answer  You don't want smoke with me, boy no cancer  You don't wanna play with me or its over Play with the team you get dunked on Your hoe in my crib with no pants on Pull up in that danny that phantom  I heard ya mad you gon' throw me a tantrum Could you throw me a band though  Broke boy said hell nah, Ion think so  Dover street market, let me cop my clothes, get your funds up Man up, that boy been searching for answers Wrong place at the right time, make a u-turn Slamming that pedal til I make my feet hurt Slime, he in that kennel for serving Selena Serving them tweakers in line by the meter Not sorry, no Justin Bieber  Ice out the bezel wrist to a freezer  Five hunnid songs in my vault, **** a leaker Serving that bass Imma blow out the speakers Uh, this a blowout, uh, this a show-out Dropped five bands on a Vetements coat Banana denim I got Rick on me, oh  I bought Balenciaga boots to step in the snow Slime, keep it on lock Uh, like Thugger I, skrt Flow wet like water I need me a mop  Cutting that cutter, we need'a talk This umbrella, it got drop  I got the drop on them hoes Ya heard, you already know  Ya salary spent on a coat  Ya mess with me boy vamenos  Ya gone, g-o-d, lil bitch I'm god I got that bitch saying oh my god Issey Miyake, bitch I'm too fly Ya heard ya heard  Uh, you whip a Honda I'm whipping that Benz truck  Pull up with mac-elevens got they hands up  I'm in the cut pouring drank in a fanta  Spray his body he'a turn to a dancer  Painted it red like a flag or a banner  I could block your number if I want no answer  You don't want smoke with me, boy no cancer You don't wanna play with me or its over Right go 'head flex on 'em  Yuh, swervin' that Benz like I'm driving a Daytona  Uh, I'm way too scared to get older  ****ing on so many bitches, they older  Feel on my neck getting colder  Feel on my neck got more boulders  Ride with them sticks like a soldier  My bitch a brat like Soja Getting hella paper like folder  You n*ggas is lying, solo  I'm flying private, I'm in the air  You staying silent, just stay right here  These n*ggas been weird but I couldn't care less Sending up shots you could get hit with a n-air, damn Neutral air, damn Sending up flares, damn Uh, you whip a Honda I'm whipping that Benz truck  Pull up with mac-elevens got they hands up  I'm in the cut pouring drank in a fanta Spray his body he'a turn to a dancer  Painted it red like a flag or a banner  I could block your number if I want no answer  You don't want smoke with me, boy no cancer  You don't wanna play with me or its over