Lil Yachty – Yae Energy (Audio, Lyrics)

Lil Yachty unveils the Cole Bennett-iPhone-shot visual for the “Yae Energy” track produced by Buddah Bless. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Lil Yachty Yae Energy

Lil Yachty has remained a polarizing figure in rap since he emerged. On one hand, he is one of the pioneers of the Soundcloud rap generation. On the other, he faced mass criticism for his lyrical abilities and what some perceive to be a dwindling quality of music. However, Yachty has fired back against his naysayers in recent times. Michigan Boy Boat found him going bar-for-bar with some of Detroit and Michigan’s finest (and keeping up) while August’s Birthday Mix 6 offered a glimpse into what he’s been working on.

On Friday night, Yachty quietly unloaded a new single titled, “YAE ENERGY.” With production handled by Buddha Blessed, Yachty tackles the boisterous production and flexes his different flows with braggadocious bars.

Lil Yachty – Yae Energy (prod. Buddah Bless)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (Whew)
Yeah, look
(Buddah blessed this beat)

[Verse]
Psychin’ out, mm, bro pull a pistol on anyone
Hopped out the car with a big SK
Grip it under my arm like a minigun
Nigga think he can take any of my hoes
Sit back and watch him receive a Cinnabon
Run out and hop in some foreigns
Some hoes and my momma, the ratio ten to one
All of my exes look at me like, God, I turned a façade
Buy her a car but it’s still in my name
If that bitch tryna leave, take it back like Rashad
Six-hundred thousand, I stuffed in the park
Ten different bitches, we made ’em hoes mosh
Maison Margiela sole when I wash
Give me that mouth, your body is botched
Two different girls, I had bought for the fuck bitch
Makin’ so much guap, I don’t know what to do with this shit
But I promise I’m lovin’ it
Bitch is a burden, my momma, I’m dubbin’ it
Double dishin’ on the rims, I’m thuggin’ it
Ballin’ but my ex tryna X somethin’ out
Niggas want smoke, tryna see what I’m ’bout
I want that bitch tryna live in her mouth, ha-ha
Niggas is not rich, on my momma, niggas cold, bitch
Niggas’ll fold quick, look in his eyes, he sure a snitch
Uppin’ that fire on his ass, bet he change, bitch
Left my hot-head brother home, he too dangerous
Oh, shit, rocky road, he not tough, he told
One-fifty my shows
Pull up with three model bitches, Coca Cola nose
Kamikaze middle of the party, my nose feel extra snotty
Might deposit Mona Lisa profit, can’t fit in no one’s wallet
Hoes watchin’, fuck her on the balcony where MLK died
My wrist tied up, watch worth a life
Trade it for a soul, red beam on top with the pole
Accuracy on Norris Cole, hmm