RALPH LAUREN Lyrics

Huh

Yeah

Woah

Yeah, Yeah, Woah

Yeah I'm boutta be out

Yeah I'm boutta be gone

Ice all on my neck it mess up my Ralph Lauren

Chop sting like my tech it gon' hit you like thorns

Yeah, everybody know I'm up next might have to grow me some horns

Yeah, Yeah

Okay let's go

If you want to go to war just let me know

Loaded up with them shells

Glowing up you can tell

2% sending them shots you know we gon' send 'em right up to hell

Pulling right in

Hopped out with a 10 in my new Benz

Never took no loses only wins

And you know I make it right back whenever I spend

Adding up them funds

Boutta go number one

All this fucking ice around my neck it got me numb

Smoking that gas can't feel my lungs

Niked up still gon' run

Ops they look like Bronny

I'm the king know they my sons

Woah, Woah

If it's up it's stuck

If you bring your whole gang you know it's boutta get rough

Don't come with that weak shit know I'm staying tough

If you want the smoke I gotta say good luck

Yuh

Out my way

Everybody want my bread, know the bros get paid

Call me that liquor store, I don't fuck with them fakes

2% switch that lane he ain't got no breaks

Yeah

Every time I pop out

Throw that bitch in sport I got my Crocs out

Yeah, got that shit on lock now

If you don't want to get hit you better drop down

Drop down

Now she started moving here my sound

Now she know I'm boolin' need a crown

Everyday know I'm coolin' ice me out

Yeah I'm boutta be out

Yeah I'm boutta be gone

Ice all on my neck it mess up my Ralph Lauren

Chop sting like my tech it gon' hit you like thorns

Yeah, everybody know I'm up next might have to grow me some horns

Yeah, Yeah

Okay let's go

If you want to go to war just let me know

Loaded up with them shells

Glowing up you can tell

2% sending them shots you know we gon' send 'em right up to hell

Yeah, know the money get long

Imma turn that shit to millis on my own

Yeah

Rockstar shit now I'm in my zone

Saying bye-bye to all the haters I might not be coming back home

Never gon' play

If you gon' talk some fucking shit say it to my face

Stack my chips like Lays

Riding 'round town with dracs

Walked in and they started going wild

So now I take my bow

Yeah I'm boutta be out

Yeah I'm boutta be gone

Ice all on my neck it mess up my Ralph Lauren

Chop sting like my tech it gon' hit you like thorns

Yeah, everybody know I'm up next might have to grow me some horns

Yeah, Yeah

Okay let's go

If you want to go to war just let me know