Summrs Yves Saint Laurent
[Chorus]
Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh)
Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about
Used to f..ck an average bitch, now I'm f..cking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil nigga stay talkin' down
[Verse 1]
They gave the wrong nigga some money, put a rack on ya' head now
Twin-Turbo in this getaway from the feds now
Yves Saint Laurent, lil' nigga getting some bread now
Used to break my heart, now I f..ck her friend instead, woah
Twin Glocks, yeah all for your lil ass head
I can't find no act, so I'm sipping on that red
I'm in an all red 'Cat, and I swear this bitch, it blatt, (Skrrttt)
Pop me a Hydro', man I swear that I love them meds
I'm off a xan baby, hoes got me feelin' dead
Ay', could you turn me up, gotta make sure I hear what I said
You was a big bad wolf on the 'gram why u actin' scared?
You was a funny guy, man yo' ass hopped in that Lil ted
Spent five racks, now they give a young nigga champagne
Did so many juggs, could've bought a f..ckin' plain Jane
Smokin' fat ass woods in the motherfuckin' Marriott
f..ckin' them racks, yeah I think Imma just marry guap
In the Porsche 911, damn near feel like a damn cop
This bitch moving too slow, had to tell the lil' bitch chop chop
Nigga yo' car too slow, got that shit from lil' shit from a lil' chop shop
Me and lil' 'Kan on the freeway, speeding in that drop-top
[Chorus]
Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh)
Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about
Used to f..ck an average bitch, now I'm f..cking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil nigga stay talkin' down
[Verse 2]
And I heard you went to Roxas now, (yeah)
Gotta run them bands up, It's no option now
Took my bands out in public, these bitches out of pocket now
Walk up in Lenox, and I'm straight coppin' now
Goin' through woods, just all over them f..ckin' Tramadols
You got a band lil nigga?, please just knock it off
I just bought this bitch just like some f..ckin' Lysol
[?] man, turn the f..ckin' lights off
High off good drugs, higher than a f..ckin' Eiffel
Put an ACOG scope on that f..ckin' Rifle
And my bitch off them drugs, actin' like a psycho
Oh I told you, "I love you"?, that was a f..ckin' typo
