Date 2023-01-07
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Yung Booke Easter Fit
Yung Booke is closing out the year on a high note with the release of his new track alongside Future, “Easter Fit.” The two rappers connect alongside ATL Jacob for the new single. It’s a glossy, aggressive banger that fuses their chemistry together. The two rappers reflect on their status through melodic flexes that find them basking in designer drip and money due to their success. Booke looks at how he runs his city like Big U while Future’s observations of his wealth are nonchalant, matching his effortless cool.
“I’m ’bout to catch a private, I’mma be late for that,” Future raps during his second verse on the record.
Though Booke hasn’t necessarily released a ton of music throughout the year, “Easter Fit” is bound to be a smash record. Between their seamless chemistry and ATL Jacob’s infectious production, Booke and Future make an excellent pairing. Hopefully, this collaboration leads to more in the future.
It seems like this could be Future’s final feature of the year, though he’s clearly ending things correctly. The Atlanta rapper experienced an excellent 2022 following the release of I NEVER LIKED YOU. The project, also largely produced by ATL Jacob, became one of the highest-performing albums of the year. “WAIT FOR YOU” ft. Drake and Tems helped Future earn the second chart-topping single of his career.
Yung Booke – Easter Fit (ft. Future) (prod. ATL Jacob)
28 December 2022
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2022 Blackground Records 2.0
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[Intro: Future]
Yeah, back to the cash (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
[Chorus: Future]
Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh, uh
I been wavin’ that gat’ since a juvenile, uh, uh
I be dressed like a martian, takeoff, rockets now, uh, uh
Ooh, I’m dressin’ tacky, none of my designers match, uh, uh
Not my main bitch but she got my name tatted, uh, uh
You gotta front me a mill’ or I’m not comin’ back, uh, uh
When it come to poppin’ my shit, bitch, I was made for that, uh, uh
[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
Two hunnid on the coupe, I’ma come through like a maniac (Yeah, yeah)
Lil’ nigga stole my style and had to bring it back (Uh, uh)
Bad lil’ bitch in college, she give me brainiac (Yeah, yeah)
Any kids woofin they could’ve do it gimme their candies pack (Uh, uh)
Blueface wanted the same colors as them hunnids is (Eh, eh)
Heard your shooter was strapped but he gon’ run with heels (Uh, uh)
He just spent new bands inside of Barnerville (Eh, eh)
I’m so money savage just like Uncle Phil (Naw, for real)
They know I run my city just like Big U (Big U)
His thottie hold the choppa had me switchin shoes (Tah)
No kid in the back, can’t yell, they better not play with you (Not play with you, yeah)
Hustlin’ in my veins, do what my daddy do (I ball)
[Chorus: Future]
Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh, uh
I been wavin’ that gat’ since a juvenile, uh, uh
I be dressed like a martian, takeoff, rockets now, uh, uh
Ooh, I’m dressin’ tacky, none of my designers match, uh, uh
Not my main bitch but she got my name tatted, uh, uh
You gotta front me a mill’ or I’m not comin’ back, uh, uh
When it come to poppin’ my shit, bitch, I was made for that, uh, uh
[Verse 2: Future]
I’m ’bout to catch a private and I’ma be late for that, uh, uh
I just splashed a model, Mediterranean, uh, uh
Zoom, zoom, zoom in a Urus like a maniac, uh, uh
Fucked your bitch on sight, that’s my lil’ new-new, yeah, yeah
Mixin’ lean and Sprite, it got my screws loose, yeah, yeah
Topped me and beggin’ me: ”please give me choo-choo”, yeah, yeah
Shawty got down on her knees, slurped me like noodles, uh, uh
Choppin’ a brick in the trap like I know kung fu, uh, uh
Pablo Escobar with the work, do numbers, yeah, yeah
Pop me one, I, whoo, turn to a monster, uh, uh
Forty pointers on her wrist, I’m her sponsor, yeah, yeah
That’s the one, put that dick past her tonsils, uh, uh (Yeah)
[Chorus: Future, Future Fading Out]
Died in the Easter fit before you can wear it out, yeah, yeah
I just bought a brand-new ratchet at my grandma house, uh, uh
I been wavin’ that gat’ since a juvenile, uh, uh