Yeat – Shmunk (ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) (Audio, Lyrics)

Yeat unveils the track, “Shmunk” with YoungBoy Never Broke Again off the newly released AftërLyfe project. The piece of music was produced by Bred & Prod Pink. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song, mp3 download.

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Marking their second collaboration following “I Dont Text Back” from NBA YoungBoy’s October 2022 album Ma’ I Got A Family, “Shmunk” sees Yeat and YoungBoy discuss their exquisite lifestyles and gang activities.

This track was first previewed by Yeat on Instagram Live on October 3, 2022.

Yeat – Shmunk (ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) (prod. Bred & Prod Pink)

24 February 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
A Field Trip Recordings/Geffen Records Release; ℗ 2023 Geffen Records

Lyrics

[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Hold up, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs (Thugs), we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Yeat]
I was pullin’ up with thugs (Grrah), I was pullin’ up with guns
I be pullin’ up in big whips, y’all still smokin’ Runtz (Skrrt)
I got a whole lotta money, lil’ bitch, I got a bunch (Yeah, I got a bunch)
I don’t even need no security, I got guns (I got guns)
I need me a moment of clarity, I’m movin’ me tons (I’m movin’ me tons)
Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley with a big boy drum
Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon’ get you spun (Get you spun)
Yeah, and I boot up for fun (Fun), do that shit for fun (Shit for fun)
Yeah, reloadin’ my shit, you ’bout to go to the sun (Go to the sun)
Travelin’ ’round the globe, yeah, we number one (We number one)
Brr, light his bitch ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (Brr)
Brr, I’m so cold, my diamonds negative one (One)
I got big old cash, know what I’m sayin’? That bitch want five
I ain’t listen to nobody’s shit, I’ma live my life, live my life
I’m ’bout to boot up, it’s just for the night, ’bout to pour up some Sprite
When I’m in Urus, that big body steppin’, that bitch ’bout a knife, slice

[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money twice (Oh, huh)
Hold up, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled thrice (Oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs, we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Rich on rich, pallbearer and they thunder
Pull up with stick and it got a whole hundred
Give the bitch coverage, I tap her bumper
I know the bitch only want her some money
I get the bitch and I catch me a body
Pull up and I chop it, I pop it and pop it
She fuck with my diamonds, I fuck with her Gotti then
I need to buy me a brand new big body Benz
Ain’t comin’ in if they ain’t let them shottas in
FN in my shirt, I Givenchy my shirt, ’bout to get this shit tailored, I’ma put the pants in
Play, your whole clique get spinned
Play, your whole clique get shot, beat the lil’ bitch back in
I don’t even go to no show, mama, I get a big backend
Scary-ass nigga, I don’t want him ’round me, woah, he ain’t my friend
He ain’t my five, my slime, my blood, my kind, no, he ain’t my kin
Got the bitch here tattooing her skin, said she wanna do it again
I got them M’s and I’ll do it again, got a bitch jaw breakin’

[Chorus: Yeat]
Yeah, you heard me right (Huh)
Uh, he ain’t pickin’ no fight, he ain’t pickin’ no fight (Huh)
Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh)
I got big money, big money ties and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah)
Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Oh, huh)
Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money twice (Oh, huh)
Hold up, yeah, put you on read, put you on fled thrice (Oh, huh)
Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin’ ’bout big price (Oh, huh)
Artist, yeah, I’m the biggest bad of them all
Artist, yeah, I’m the number one, watch ’em fall (Watch ’em fall, fall)
I was sellin’ drugs, now I’m rich (Yeah, yeah)
I was yellin’ with thugs (Thugs), we was movin’ bricks (Yeah, yeah)