No Stylist Lyrics

I don't need no stylist, I got my own style, I got my own wave

Tay don't need no stylist, playing with my dick damn girl you childish

Hit from the back, pull out her tracks

That little pussy got some mileage

Don't want the cat, that shit is whack all these hoes ain't got no guidance

I'm fly as an eagle, I'm high as a bird I'm high like a motherfucking pilot

I put that shit on daily, that's why they hate me

But guess what fuck you pay me

This not no regular shit, some shit you can't get it

It's Fifteen hundred just for the laces

My lifestyle expensive, not basic

Can't cop it you lazy

Remember I was shopping at Macy's

It's in me not on me, you can't take it from me you try and you must be crazy

Balenci track runners with the bape Vlone shit, you can't relate

I'm in love with the fashion, your drip is average

I see why you niggas hate

These niggas capping they not really having cause if they did, they wouldn't be all on my page

Now I'm sitting back, I'm relaxing

I'm chillin', just laughing and

They still tryna figure out some ways

My lil' bitch, she bad

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My lil' bitch, she toxic,

Ayy

I cane put on designer or J's Bitch, you know I got options

My lil' bitch got ass

Ayy

I don't even know why you watching

Ayy

She get finer by the day, don't need makeup on her face and she still gone be popping

Tae don't need no stylist Playin' my dick, damn girl, you childish

Hit from the back, pull out her tracks

That lil' pussy got some mileage

Don't want the cat, that shit is whack

All these hoes ain't got no guidance

I be fly as an eagle, I be high as a bird I'm high like a motherfucking pilot

Dripped on a sunday in my shoes, Christian

I be damn if I spend a bag if you ain't playin your position

I need the bag every day don't care

the condition

Stay on go like a car when you turn the ignition

Stay on go like a car with hella mileage

I drip myself, I do not need no stylist

Must got dress by a kid, cuz your clothes childish

Make a hoe hit her knees like kapernick Colin

Just cause you got money, don't mean you can drip

Just buyin' designer, man, y'all niggas trippin

Just tryna get fresh, fuck it, smoke out my zip

All these hating ass, stalking niggas, get off my tip

When I step up, I'm stylin', I'm dripped up, I'm clean

Smoking this blunt while I'm flowin', my mqueen

I need my drip like Ezra need cream

I get respect all the time, they say that

I'm clean I really be dressed just to boost my self-esteem

My bitch, she pretty, she thick, and she mean

Ain't gone wrestle no nigga, I'm just gon' pop you in that ring

I know it seem like I ain't toting, but it's not what it seems

I'm always fucking tone, the fuck you mean, nigga