Kiid Perky - Yeet Lyrics

I beat my meat and hit the yeet i run around the house and skeet
I need some beef you mention me Im on a 12 man shooting spree
I'm bouta give all these motherlovers concussions
Have his whole house looking like it's "No Russian"
I kill these niggas saw these niggas call it auto body
Never will I be locked up and murder will not stop me
In the trap house we the villains we roll up like salami
Run a fade in any way and I put that on my Mommy
I'm a kamikaze cuz I prolly f*cking body any nigga in this hobby
Nigga I murder any trap beat
Do this while relaxing
I lost my train of thought so f*cking stop me where the tracks meet
Get it?
Nah I don't understand my f*cking metaphors sometimes
Word to all the GOATS we be the wolves in the night
Kill off all these niggas with a high precision pistol
Nigga yo life is really simple bouta pop em like a pimple
And I'm living how I'm living while my friend is in a prison
With a vision on decisions he should have just been Infringing Counting digits
Waiting for the final day Up inside
Spent his birthday In jail
I'm missing his vibe
F*ck you think you is ? I come inside your house and kill your f*cking kids
I spill the blood all over me I do not care I get this rosary
Put it to my head I know you motherf*ckers notice me
I am El ghost in the nighttime I just look around
And see the peter piper pick a couple pickers and I shoot these f*cking niggas
I don't even care about different things inside my mind
I Shoot these niggas till they f*cking die
Looking in my mind , cannot Stan me meanwhile I Freestyle on every beat
Uh understand my niggas when I kill them and I skeet
Yeet Yeet
Where's the destination?
Call it corruptation
Just be f*cking patient
We're just tryna get Faded
Kiid Perky