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Flashey

Yeat

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Descrição

Em "Flashey", Yeat constrói uma narrativa de opulência e autoconfiança inabalável, estabelecendo-se em um patamar de sucesso e luxo inatingível para seus rivais. A faixa é uma declaração assertiva sobre riqueza, exibindo diamantes e moda de grife, ao mesmo tempo que critica aqueles que considera falsos, desprovidos de bens ou que tentam imitar seu estilo. Yeat enfatiza sua originalidade e a lealdade aos seus "twizzies", contrastando sua autenticidade com a falsidade percebida nos outros. Há uma menção franca ao uso de substâncias, como opiates e "muddy", o que adiciona uma camada de crueza à ostentação. A música transmite uma energia desafiadora e uma celebração da ascensão, mantendo uma postura desdenhosa e poderosa perante a inveja e a crítica.

Letra

(I'm fancy with this fashion)

Turn that shit up, 2

I'm fancy with this fashion (oh, okay)

I'm fancy with these fabrics (oh, okay)

Diamonds, they way too flashy, yeah

I see you crashin' out (oh, okay), hey

I see you live at you momma house, hey (oh, okay)

I been playin' these racks, they don't got time to chase

How you pull up to our video rockin' counterfeits?

They said that they don't understand me, I make all kind of sense (oh, okay)

Some of my twizzies way too wild, I ain't talkin' about condiments

I might just do this shit just by myself, my wave, I started this (hey)

You ain't have no bread, don't have no racks, right there where the problem is (go)

You fell off tryna steal my flow, so I'ma go switch it up a bit (go)

Hey, yo' bitch over here, she just twerkin', yeah, right on my dick (yeah)

Hey, pull off in that matte black, yeah, this the hatchback (whoo!)

Give me that top back, switchin' the subject

Can't let them rock with my twin, yeah, my buddy

Sippin' on real red, yeah, this shit too ready

Yeah, I got two cups, yeah, your shit too fake

Yeah, all the mud in my cup from the dirt in the ground

Lil' bitch, yeah, sippin' on muddy (muddy)

Unlike a lot of y'all cappin' 'bout shit

I really been on the opiates for years (yeah)

I am not proud of it, yeah, but I acknowledge it

Yeah, gotta look out for twizzies and peers (ah)

I get to the cheese, I get to the bread, I'm 'boutta go make me a sandwich

My dick is a charity, yeah, your bitch gon' pull up

And donate her head to some scammers (hey)

My Twizzy gon' pull up and bom-bom-bom-bom

With a couple of Blammas (blammas)

Your bitch over here in my room

Givin' me a zoom, while I'm in pajamas (yeah)

How I live rent-free in your head girl

When I don't even text back after? (Blocked)

I'm 'boutta send you emojis

To fuck with your head, yeah, I am a cancer (yeah)

Keep on talkin' shit, we gon' keep it quiet

Yeah, 'cause this shit is too federal

Yeah, three people can't keep a secret, if two dance with the devil, yeah

Do my money dance, dancin' on these racks

Bitch, I'm in another level (rackies)

Please don't hand me gas, I'ma have to pass

'Cause you smokin' on the fuckin' rello (hello?)