Stella McCartney(Bonus Track) feat. Future

歌詞

I'm tryna get you high, I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here) I'm tryna get you high, girl I'm tryna get you fly I'm tryna get you fly, I'm tryna get you fly, girl Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah Secured the bag, it was Goyard Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts Spent a lil' quarter, went push start Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari Tellin' the truth, never lied to you All I said was facts, yeah Fresh Dior off the runway Bought a gun store on a Sunday Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah You never seen what I seen, yeah I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah Givin' you something to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah Chane'-ne' pillows, my room, yeah You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah Eat it up, every drop, yeah Designer my drugs, designer my jeans, designer way down to my socks, yeah You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an imposter I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy, every day I still feel awesome Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah Secured the bag, it was Goyard Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts Spent a lil' quarter, went push start Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari Tellin' the truth, never lied to you All I said was facts, yeah Fresh Dior off the runway Bought a gun store on a Sunday Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah Ballin', I keep my composure She fuck with me for exposure Drivin' V12, my motor (Skrr) They gon' 'member my name when it's over Back of the back, I'm comfy Had to put on for my country Pourin' codeine in my tummy Wipe your nose like it's runny No opp block, sippin' on bubbly Pluto my twin like Dudley I'm on the win like Rocky Balenci my socks, I'm cocky Certified G, I ate my fists Brand new foreign, look fye with no kit Drive in my city, top down, no tints Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic' Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took Ridin' with a 30 clip under my gut Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent Wanna die, my assistant gon' bend her fist I ain't GD but I'll take care of plenty folk Crack in the truck, got plenty coke Wheezy outta here, more ways than boats Every day I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah Secured the bag, it was Goyard Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts Spent a lil' quarter, went push start Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari Tellin' the truth, never lied to you All I said was facts, yeah Fresh Dior off the runway Bought a gun store on a Sunday Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah