Iswea Lyrics

Prada my Jacket

Mix match

Louis vuitton my sneaks

How you gonna fuck with our bitches?

You know they only fuck with the stars

Told bro leave the weapon

He still bought that shit in the car

I had some lean, I had some cali

I'm going to mars

Mind how you watch my slimes

They reckless

Just got some brain off your bitch

And it was toothless

Mo Salah the way I ball

And it's all season

My vibes a bratt

She expects Chanel for no reason

Money in the safe

The shoe box got full

Short nigga it's true

Stand on the money I'm tall

Your girls linking me and the gang

She has no manners at all

Short nigga it's true

Stand on the money I'm tall

Balenci my hoody

Mix match

Maison Margiela my toes

I do it for me and my bros

We getting this shh on the low

Sushi samba

I paid it with crow

Your girl fell in love with my clothes

I’m fresher than peppermint

She knows that I get it in

My water ain’t chlorine

I’m singing like Maureen

She know that I get it in

I’m fucking a porn star

The realest she ever seen

I’m higher than scotty

Beam me up

Don’t want no sex

Suck me up

I'm Out of lean

Re me up

Money in the safe

The shoe box got full

Short nigga it's true

Stand on the money I'm tall

Your girls linking me and the gang

She has no manners at all

Short nigga it's true

Stand on the money I'm tall