Lyrics
Okay
New YSL, you know what I'm sayin'?
Go out and do it
It's Kanye with all the bros
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, you got swag but you stole it from us (Us)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blick (Blick, blick)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
Shout out my twin, he just throwed me a hack (Yeah)
Your bitch, she still got the tags
Your spot, it go another level, turbo
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah
I got pink syrup in my cup, pussy-ass nigga
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga
Ridin' in a Maybach G, nineteen on my legs, hmm
Play with the gang in the street, go blick, blick, blick, hmm
Forty thousand in my Rico slatt
I just bought me a G6, I'm turnt to the max (Ayy)
I put money on your head and you get waxed
That's a wreck, that's a wreck, that's a wreck (That's a wreck)
That's a wreck, that's a wreck, that's a wreck (Hmm, hmm)
I'm so slime, I'm so slime, watch your back (Hmm, hmm)
This that new YSL, bitches on me, yes
Baguettes all on my neck, got my heart cold as fuck
Don't talk when the drink come down, just shut up and pour it up
She got two hands on my dick, she say my soul is took
I pour Wock' and get high with my rounds
I love when I hit different cities
'Cause it's nothing but hate in my town
I get high and I take a few pictures
Like I was just sittin' at the mound
My roster is filled up with different flavors
But I like my bitches brown
Inside of my cup look like candy paint
My pockets filled up with dead faces
She spin around while the dick's in her side
It look like she doin' ballet
I want a Rolex with the red face
My dick in her mouth, yeah, she lovin' the taste
Feelin' real Gucci, I'm havin' good taste
The ho took a picture, got hit in the face
She like my tattoos 'cause I'm hittin' the face
Yeah, you got swag but you stole it from us (Us)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blick (Blick, blick)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
Shout out my twin, he just throwed me a hack (Yeah)
Your bitch, she still got the tags
Your spot, it go another level, turbo
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah
I got pink syrup in my cup, pussy-ass nigga
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga
I seen niggas die just for tellin' a lie
I seen niggas die just for tellin' the truth
Where I come from, nigga, jail or you die
Where I come from, niggas wear the shoe
Got your bitch at the spot and she tellin' you lies
Better not try to sell for whatever you do
She let me fuck 'cause I'm better than you
I give that pussy way wetter than you
This that YSL shit, screamin' for a touch, shit
Put on that new Chanel shit
You like how I smell, bitch
On you, I tell you, "Sell, bitch"
You know she for the streets
This that YSL shit, screamin' for a touch, shit
You gon' need a helmet if you want some beat
I'm ridin' with two guns in the car, Jimmy and the blee
Two cups in the car, you know we pourin' lean
I come up too far just to play with a freak
You play with my heart, I be ready to leave
You play with the squad, I be ready to ski
But where the fuck are you? You can't be with me
Yeah, you got swag but you stole it from us (Us)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blick (Blick, blick)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
Shout out my twin, he just throwed me a hack (Yeah)
Your bitch, she still got the tags
Your spot, it go another level, turbo
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah
I got pink syrup in my cup, pussy-ass nigga
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga
New YSL, you know what I'm sayin'?
Go out and do it
It's Kanye with all the bros
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, you got swag but you stole it from us (Us)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blick (Blick, blick)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
Shout out my twin, he just throwed me a hack (Yeah)
Your bitch, she still got the tags
Your spot, it go another level, turbo
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah
I got pink syrup in my cup, pussy-ass nigga
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga
Ridin' in a Maybach G, nineteen on my legs, hmm
Play with the gang in the street, go blick, blick, blick, hmm
Forty thousand in my Rico slatt
I just bought me a G6, I'm turnt to the max (Ayy)
I put money on your head and you get waxed
That's a wreck, that's a wreck, that's a wreck (That's a wreck)
That's a wreck, that's a wreck, that's a wreck (Hmm, hmm)
I'm so slime, I'm so slime, watch your back (Hmm, hmm)
This that new YSL, bitches on me, yes
Baguettes all on my neck, got my heart cold as fuck
Don't talk when the drink come down, just shut up and pour it up
She got two hands on my dick, she say my soul is took
I pour Wock' and get high with my rounds
I love when I hit different cities
'Cause it's nothing but hate in my town
I get high and I take a few pictures
Like I was just sittin' at the mound
My roster is filled up with different flavors
But I like my bitches brown
Inside of my cup look like candy paint
My pockets filled up with dead faces
She spin around while the dick's in her side
It look like she doin' ballet
I want a Rolex with the red face
My dick in her mouth, yeah, she lovin' the taste
Feelin' real Gucci, I'm havin' good taste
The ho took a picture, got hit in the face
She like my tattoos 'cause I'm hittin' the face
Yeah, you got swag but you stole it from us (Us)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blick (Blick, blick)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
Shout out my twin, he just throwed me a hack (Yeah)
Your bitch, she still got the tags
Your spot, it go another level, turbo
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah
I got pink syrup in my cup, pussy-ass nigga
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga
I seen niggas die just for tellin' a lie
I seen niggas die just for tellin' the truth
Where I come from, nigga, jail or you die
Where I come from, niggas wear the shoe
Got your bitch at the spot and she tellin' you lies
Better not try to sell for whatever you do
She let me fuck 'cause I'm better than you
I give that pussy way wetter than you
This that YSL shit, screamin' for a touch, shit
Put on that new Chanel shit
You like how I smell, bitch
On you, I tell you, "Sell, bitch"
You know she for the streets
This that YSL shit, screamin' for a touch, shit
You gon' need a helmet if you want some beat
I'm ridin' with two guns in the car, Jimmy and the blee
Two cups in the car, you know we pourin' lean
I come up too far just to play with a freak
You play with my heart, I be ready to leave
You play with the squad, I be ready to ski
But where the fuck are you? You can't be with me
Yeah, you got swag but you stole it from us (Us)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blick (Blick, blick)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
Shout out my twin, he just throwed me a hack (Yeah)
Your bitch, she still got the tags
Your spot, it go another level, turbo
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah
I got pink syrup in my cup, pussy-ass nigga
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga