YSL ft. W$Angel Lyrics

Back talkin' my shit, can't say nothin' cause I been the kid

Off of the bourbon, swallow my kids

Two twin Glocks, I know they gon' hit

Big .45 on my hip that's Sig

Bae hit my phone, say she want dick

Rick, Rick, I just copped some new Rick Owens

Big ass two liter I pour it

Lookin' for the watch, goddamn, I stole it

Big ass stack of ones, I throw it

Bad stripper bitches, yeah, they blow it

Bad model bitch wanna fuck me, let's go

Head to the crib, yeah, she get her back blown

She kiss my body, love the way that neck glow

(Love the way that neck glow)

I got new hoes, they match my tempo

I cop new clothes, just blessed my kinfolk

Chrome Heart on the new lens, YSL on, she wanna have sex

What are you talkin' bout? Fuck is you talkin' bout

Yeah, what are we talkin' bout?

Gettin' that bag, it's my main goal

Catchin' our bodies, yeah, with my main hoe

Smokin' the dhoti, crossfaded cause I'm sippin' the 40

Up to no good like we Zack & Cody

Shoot the bitch down like he Mr. Moseby

Yeah, livin' my life to the fullest I don't play games, lil' boy

Just know that I do this Project Baby, yeah

I came out the coolest, got some new Rick Owens

Wrist so cold, it's frozen

Wrist so cold, it's frozen

Homie wanna play chess now

Shoot that bitch gon' rest now

Yeah, fuck the bitch, she depressed, wow

Homie out here getting pressed now

Project, you gon' flex now Love the way she be gettin' down

On my dick, I'ma dick her down, all the way to H-Town

Yeah, bitch, I' m standing on business I'ma fuck till I'm finished

She suck me dry she is a demon

Yeah, yeah, that bitch is feigning

Yeah, yeah, that bitch is feigning

Yeah, that bitch is feigning

Becker