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Yah Bright
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Yah Bright was released on October 2, 2026 by Vanishyah ENT as a part of the album Yah Bright - Single
ReleasedOctober 2, 2026
LabelVanishyah ENT
LanguageEnglish
BPM63
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

(AME)
Swag
I'm so neat, big Glock when I creep
Eight-hundred what I paid for this lean
How you a demon? You don't kill nothing
I be flippin' hitters, I don't kill miskeens
Like I'm Tony Romo, I run up with a neens
I don't gotta watch the box, know you pronounced on the scene
Like lotion, I fuck that bitch, make her cream
I get higher than my self esteem
Gun in my bed 'cause I almost got killed in my dreams
A lil' too big, I told cro take off the beam
Care 'bout myself but there's no I in team
He thought it was red but I gave him morphine
My diamonds, they water, it look like Marineland
Amiri my jeans, yeah, two thousand on pants
I'm still in the traphouse coolin' with your aunt
And we standin' right over, can't give him no chance
My shooter got aim, I could tell by his stance
These diamonds don't really need too much to dance
No flash, no light
Wouldn't got flipped if he weren't on the hype
Cronem start dunkin' like Scott and Mike
How you shoot first and get flipped? You're bright
My sweetie fuck **** and bitches, she bi'
I be talkin' to bitches like I'm shy
Mask on, you know it's a disguise
So many drills but I never drive
Pop a Perc, I'm tryna catch a vibe
When we walk your block your never outside
It must be the Jakes, why the fuck would I hide
My new gun is big, from my hip to my thigh
If I wet you up it's hard to dry
When my gun rise, I aim it high
Chest and a head, I cannot shoot that lil' boy in his legs
I gotta put him in a spider-web
She know my wrist, it cost more than a Benz
Two-tone Rollie, the middle baguettes
I can't tell you the price, want you guess
I know you don't got no money, you're dess
You don't sell no drugs and you don't invest
You don't know about the crypto finesse
And he gon' be dead when we get his address
I bet the switchy turn his flesh into thread
And nothin' come first when it come to this bread
I bet we slide on a boy just like a sled
And Cartier frames make me look like Clark Kent
And you ain't did no drills for the gang you rep
I've been steppin' before we called this shit step
If I call up 30 he's shootin' like Steph
Glock 30, 45, yeah, it's the best
One to the top makin' more than a mess
If you ain't scorin' then you on the bench
Or you the coach, or you the ref
If you ain't killin' buy guns for the killers instead
Written by: Shamaury White

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