[Lil Yachty] Two Benzes, one Bentley Coupe, and two Beamers
Think Iâm a seamstress, I stay in the cleaners 2k my sweatsuit, I walk with demeanor Sippinâ on lean, can you tell me who leaner Showinâ me pics of your ho, I done seen her Twenty-three racks got me feeling like Tinker I like your bitch ´cause her pussy look pinker Made that ho cum with two rings on my fingers Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he been shippin´ packs And we back, yeah, thatâs a fact Lately I promise I been on my bull You finna get shot, acting like you cool Drip to my socks, in Alyx Iâm a fool Sicko my brother, he stay with a tool If you wonât pop it, boy pass it to Tuan Flipped in your bitch, dawg her pussy a pond Feel like a swan laying in the Don Juan Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy, I con
Fuck these new niggas, I ainât âem, too foreign My bitch a fairy, she walk with a wand JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle Thatâs not a joke, that boy can´t wait to tussle TEC-9, no âtussin, these stripper hoes bussinâ Lustinâ, not lovinâ, my guap, bitch, keep buzzinâ
[Gunna] I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle I won again so you still gotta shuffle Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals I get me some head, she bend that shit over
They say lately I been lookin´ like dollars Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer We ride in foreigns, ain´t no more Impalas They ain´t have the new born but I got baby bottles Shoppin´ at Barney, I drip like a model Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala Codeine I sip with my lip, don´t get splattered Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder Run through this cash like family don´t matter I got your back, feel the same pain together Pop off the tag of my Palm Angels sweater Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella VVS damn they pointers in my bezel We move too fast, it get slimy as ever Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil It´s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas
2018 and that Porsche Carrera
[Gunna] Goyard pouch (hey) Racks in the quarter ounce (hey) Two accounts (hey) Large amounts, ooh Shop around (hey) Designer down, ooh Drip or drown (hey) Drip or drown, ooh
[Gunna] Killin´ these hoes, need to call paramedics New Fendi runners, I feel athletic Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek Blowin´ this cash, it was times we ain´t have it Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid Pourin´ this Hi-Tech, I´m sippin´, relaxin´ Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin´ the baddest FN ain´t plastic, put him in a casket I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime) Got an addiction, in love with this fashion Prayin´ for all of my bros like we Catholic Lifetime of hats ´cause you always be cappin´ Niggas ain´t eatin´, stop cappin´, you ain´t fastin´ Can´t get no sleep ´cause my life is all action See how shit happened, I made it in rappin´
[Gunna] Goyard pouch (hey) Racks in the quarter ounce (hey) Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh Shop around (hey) Designer down, ooh Drip or drown (hey) Drip or drown, ooh