Easter Fit Lyrics – Yung Booke & Future

Easter Fit Lyrics by Yung Booke feat. Future is a Newly released English song. Easter Fit Lyrics are written by Yung Booke, Future & ATL Jacob while the song is produced by ATL Jacob. The song was published on December 28, 2022.

Easter Fit Song Details:

Easter Fit Lyrics

Yeah, back to the cash
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

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

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)

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, b!tch,
I was made for that, uh, uh

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)

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

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