FREE YSL (SAINt LAURENT) Lyrics

Oh you ain't know that I get stupid cash I been in my bag

Boy

Boy I get stupid cash I been in my bag

Yes I'm in love with codeine and some times I'm too attached

I'll air this bitch fully auto till the clip go (click)

Can't even use my navigation in the mountains I use maps

Like baby girl if you chill on me I might buy you the bag

We keep pouring red up see it in my face just like a rash

I keep proing up oxycodone promethazine and jacks

If the conversation aint about dinero than I pass

Mercedes Benz AMG it got a stock digital dash

Told a bitch and the feds take a hike keep bringing up my past

Niggas changed on me for pape I never stop showing no love

Yea I took a huge loss but the only way from here is up

I'm the highest in the room it got me feeling like lil Pump

You can't even fake me out up out the pint cause I'm not dumb (tss)

My brothas thinking murder murder red rum (shh)

My kin folk serving ice it's jumping out the gym

I done made like 20,000 in a week wearing one fleece

My bitches want all that new Mike Amiri, oh she just like me

I never want to see my guys get on the stand and turn Glee

Barely do events but when you catch me out I'm VIP

Tryna get these pints gone it got me out moving off no sleep

Buy and sell, rubber band it in the stash and then repeat

I don't know what got into me I think I'm losing my mind

We throw on ice and make these bitches blind

I can spend this pape so fast easily start erasing time

I watched Brody change his sim literally take over they line

I'm tryna be a college graduate while trapping on the side

Can't even show the world my new bitch she not even going outside

Niggas doing foul play watch tona go hit em with the nine

I be off these meds you can't even see my eyes in Saint Laurent

boy my plug hit me with a number so low we gained a bond

I'm so styly that the baddies give me top

Niggas wanna live my life don't even know I go through a lot

Aint tapping in with you on instagram you might just be the cops

I wake up in the morning thinking who I'm gone push through the Doc

I don't fear no man but all up in my closet Fear Of God