Okay okay, so, YSL We´re YSL aka private fly gang you know Yeah, we´re the private fly gang you know... join in bitch
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin´ that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain´t nothin´ to be found These bitches come and go round and go round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These bitches gon´ cover me, I call them gowns Boy that´s your problem I might fuck her but boy that´s your problem Gettin´ extorted, then boy, that´s your problem No need for abortions, I´ll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin´ on icin´ on boogers on boogers lil bitch that´s my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin´ problem
In a Bentley burnin´ loud and I´m gassin´ I got hundreds sittin´ on hundreds, that blue cheese, I´m not ranchin´ I done took off on a boot now I’m Paris Hilton dancing´ And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud Sticky white birds, call ´em doves Implants up under my girls Please no-no fallin´ in love I´m runnin´ round with a bitch, mouth bout thick as a cup Meanwhile they hatin´, I done spent me some dubs And I´ma lie to that ho like a rug Gettin´ money of course
Blat! Cookin´ white like the Porsches Shout out to Nelly Air Forces Hop in that ‘ghini ran right on your porch Hop out like motherfuck the doors Yeah, I´ma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo (Free Offset nigga)
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin´ that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain´t nothin´ to be found These bitches come and go round and go round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These bitches gon´ cover me, I call them gowns Boy that´s your problem I might fuck her but boy that´s your problem Gettin´ distorted lil boy, that´s your problem
No need for abortions, I´ll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin´ on icin´ on boogers on boogers lil bitch that´s my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin´ problem
Damn, we gon´ try you in these streets We don´t jihad with no sheiks How long ago? Bout a week All my attires are neat All of her friends are unique I wanna fuck at least three Can I? (Yeah, sheesh) He playin´? I pop him like pop tarts I´ma demon, only see when dark
I look like I got a Visa card Private fly gang, yeah agree with us Dinosaur B´s and some C´s with us I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh Since I ran up my racks ain´t no tamin´ us Damn it´s Friday, I need angel dust I fuck that bitch if she starin´ Pull up and hop out Mclarens Don´t say I won´t cause that´s darin´ I´ll shoot him with a bow and arrow Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin´ horse with no saddle Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel
Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin´ that shit out the pound
We never lost it, it ain´t nothin´ to be found These bitches come and go round and go round I took the booty, nailed her like a mount These bitches gon´ cover me, I call them gowns Boy that´s your problem I might fuck up a boy that´s your problem Gettin´ distorted lil boy, that´s your problem No need for abortions, I´ll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin´ on icin´ on boogers on boogers lil bitch that´s my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin´ problem