«Yacht Club» by Yachty and Juice WRLD will engender comparisons with the latter artist’s collaborative effort with Future, but resist the urge would you please. Yachty paid respect to his peer in June by remixing «All Girls Are The Same,» when Juice was just beginning to emerge from the shadows. As winter approaches, a reversal of fortune is manifesting before our eyes, with Juice WRLD leading the youth brigade, and Yachty falling a bit to the wayside.

Juice WRLD is all over the place today as he released a collaborative project with Future, dropping sixteen new songs for the fans. He also appears on Lil Yachty’s new album, featuring on «Yacht Club.» In the track, Juice and Boat go back and forth, matching each other’s energy and putting on a melodic display but one line, in particular, has gotten people talking.
Following the nature of the song, Juice chimes in and says, «But I ain’t on no Drake shit, I won’t get her pregnant.» Obviously, the young Chicago artist is referencing the situation that was brought to the light by Pusha T this year. Pusha T is the clear exception to this rule.
Yachty realizes how savage the line was, coming back with «Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless.» It doesn’t seem like Juice WRLD is coming for the 6ix God or anything, just comparing his situation to Drake’s.

Lil Yachty dropped his new project «Nuthin’ 2 Prove.» This is his third full-length album and one that’s different than his previous two. After an aggressive style on «Lil Boat 2,» Lil Yachty takes a more balanced approach with songs for every hip-hop fan. Yachty continues this with a mixture of big-name features such as Offset and Trippie Redd and solo songs.
Lil Yachty keeps the energy going with already popular «Who Want the Smoke?» featuring power hip-hop couple Cardi B and Offset with ad libs from BlocBoy JB. Cardi B throws shade at artist Azealia Banks saying, «these b——s is 0-3» in regards to their issues in the past about ghost writing. Lil Yachty’s «Next Up» is similar to his old style of underground rapping beat wise, but the lyrics represent a more established version of himself. He spits line after line talking about violence and his sex life all while rapping over a light beat.

[Intro]
Earl on the beat

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Runnin’ up bands, got my guap up
All the bad hoes wanna top us
Too many wild parties on the yacht
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club

[Verse: Lil Yachty & Juice WRLD]
Ayy, ayy, air it out
Pull up at your spot, and I air it out
Gang on the gas and it’s very loud
Stop sayin’ my name before you wear it out
I been sippin’ lean, tryna slow me down
I need me a bitch that’ll hold me down
Gang comin’ strong, yeah we rollin’ out
Throw a party like Rollin’ Loud
Ayy, don’t come unless she stay in focus
Soldiers at 10-4, sent your bitch the info
Feelin’ real blessed with Juice, that’s my kinfolk
Bless up, she tell me I’m a god, get on her knees for confession
Sent a vid to her nigga, had to teach a lesson
Me and Boat only want bad hoes in our section
Juice, why these pussy ass niggas always pressin’?
I don’t know, let ’em talk, I’ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Blessed boys under 21, steady flexin’
I’m gettin’ too rich, can’t do flights with connections
.40 on my hip, I won’t fight, bitch I’m reckless
Codeine what I sip, that shit come in straight from Texas
Reach for my chain, you’ll get beat just like Nexus
Lamborghini dreams, but you still drive a Lexus
I’m a young king, I might fuck Alexis Texas
But I ain’t on no Drake shit, I won’t get her pregnant
Damn, young Juice WRLD, boy, you reckless
And I feel you, until I get her naked
When I get up in it, I might have to stay in
Well if she goin’ like that, let’s run a train then
Fuck, I think I nutted in her, I might need a playpen
And a stroller
How I get this deep? We rode her like a Rover
No games, but I XBOX control her
She do the gang like a nerd doin’ homework
.40 in my pants, that bitch thought it was a boner
If I go broke, I’ma juug off Motorolas
But now I’m up in France, Lil Boat, that’s my mans
We get the green and then we fly around like Peter Pan
That’s cool, but I just thought ’bout somethin’, wait
(What?)
This baby got your face
So fuck that lil’ baby, boy’s back to the place
Back to the trap, back to the gang

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Runnin’ up bands, got my guap up (Runnin’ the guap up)
All the bad hoes wanna top us (They wanna top us)
Too many wild parties on the yacht (Ohh-oh)
Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (Out the yacht club)

[Outro: Juice WRLD & Lil Yachty]
Oh-oh-oh
Listen here, be alright
Shit hard


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