Steel (shit)
She like Yves Saint Laurent My garms were from Italy, I like the don Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Vuitton Saw her rapper listen now she feeling my song Everything she do is for the I might your food and bredrin I don't need ya Her exes always tryna follow I'mma ya Her body tight she looking hot up a fever Got me looking
I only trust girls on that don't end with a Y ask why you can't ever see trust Catch up, you never keep up Wrist froze if I freeze up You no say we flex and so we like You know she moneyman she turned eye five bags that's a bad night Oooo we money now she like, like Fucked her with the she ugly like me She no say nothin' she just thought I was a You can get all cocky I see you on the streets Not like a nigga you don't want You know that do this for real mama You that they catch and they kill mama You know I'm feeling your style mama You know you got a for the whole summer
She smell like Yves Saint My were from Italy, I feel like the don Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Vuitton Saw her favourite rapper listen now she my song she do is for the media I might duck your food and bredrin I don't ya Her exes always tryna follow lead ya Her body she looking hot up like a fever Got me eager
Remy in my cup got me seeing peng ting twice Now I'm nice, no mixer just ice She said I'm too cold, baby the ice Free my niggas that are doing deals for the rice You're taking but will you back the beef I'm a VIP, for real, with stacks on me beef with who I love that's a catastrophe Cos we came up from the mud its Glastonbury Fendi on my match my pretty brown miss My Henny's super red some expensive brown piss She said she wants tequila but I ain't this I really drink Patron when I ain't around MIST And I hate makeup a choice tho Rest you can't get up in this Royce tho I'm up on all of my as far as points go Cos no one's copping what we're copping with this coin
She like Yves Saint Laurent My garms from Italy, I feel like the don Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Vuitton Saw her favourite rapper listen now she my song she do is for the media I might duck your food and bredrin I don't ya Her exes always tryna I'mma lead ya Her body she looking hot up like a fever Got me eager
She smell Yves Saint Laurent My garms were Italy, I feel like the don Paris Fashion I'm watching Louis Vuitton Saw her favourite listen now she feeling my song she do is for the media I might duck your food and bredrin I don't ya Her exes always follow I'mma lead ya Her tight she looking hot up like a fever Got me eager
Steel The