Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Shit deeper than my lair, Imma stuff his body there
I don't even care, ooh choppa make him stare
Crushed a xan up in my drink, I hit the block and i can't steer
AR's loaded in the rear, he gone feel this cold steel
I rather work than sell my soul but nigga you know by now
I talked to my bro about droppin' them loads
And then he text me back a smile
Tryna f*ck on some M's, tryna f*ck on some hoes
That's famous like Destiny Child
Wow, why you be living so foul
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
12
I'm in the trench where it's wicked, wicked
They heard my sound and then bit it
Niggas they know that I'm gifted, gifted
I'm smoking loud and I'm lifted
I think this shit is my ticket, get it
You can't knock me off my pivot
All of my niggas is with it, with it
We just been chasing them digits
They talking tough but they tattle telling
I'm tryna pull up in Porsche's and 911's
I'm not f*cking that hoe if she not a seven
I been going through hell like it's not a Heaven
Shawty in love with my presence
She like that I'm young and I'm reckless
I need diamonds and gold on my necklace
In the morning cough syrup for breakfast
Pop pop, we been making it pop
Drop tops got her making it drop
F*ck cops, they be making it hot
Ima be flexing if they hate it or not
Fly nigga, put team on a yacht
I'm that nigga but they seem to forgot
Bad hoe, she the cream of the crop
Big guns with the beam and the dot
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
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Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Shit deeper than my lair, Imma stuff his body there
I don't even care, ooh choppa make him stare
Crushed a xan up in my drink, I hit the block and i can't steer
AR's loaded in the rear, he gone feel this cold steel
I rather work than sell my soul but nigga you know by now
I talked to my bro about droppin' them loads
And then he text me back a smile
Tryna f*ck on some M's, tryna f*ck on some hoes
That's famous like Destiny Child
Wow, why you be living so foul
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
12
I'm in the trench where it's wicked, wicked
They heard my sound and then bit it
Niggas they know that I'm gifted, gifted
I'm smoking loud and I'm lifted
I think this shit is my ticket, get it
You can't knock me off my pivot
All of my niggas is with it, with it
We just been chasing them digits
They talking tough but they tattle telling
I'm tryna pull up in Porsche's and 911's
I'm not f*cking that hoe if she not a seven
I been going through hell like it's not a Heaven
Shawty in love with my presence
She like that I'm young and I'm reckless
I need diamonds and gold on my necklace
In the morning cough syrup for breakfast
Pop pop, we been making it pop
Drop tops got her making it drop
F*ck cops, they be making it hot
Ima be flexing if they hate it or not
Fly nigga, put team on a yacht
I'm that nigga but they seem to forgot
Bad hoe, she the cream of the crop
Big guns with the beam and the dot
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Shit deeper than my lair, Imma stuff his body there
I don't even care, ooh choppa make him stare
Crushed a xan up in my drink, I hit the block and i can't steer
AR's loaded in the rear, he gone feel this cold steel
I rather work than sell my soul but nigga you know by now
I talked to my bro about droppin' them loads
And then he text me back a smile
Tryna f*ck on some M's, tryna f*ck on some hoes
That's famous like Destiny Child
Wow, why you be living so foul
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
12
I'm in the trench where it's wicked, wicked
They heard my sound and then bit it
Niggas they know that I'm gifted, gifted
I'm smoking loud and I'm lifted
I think this shit is my ticket, get it
You can't knock me off my pivot
All of my niggas is with it, with it
We just been chasing them digits
They talking tough but they tattle telling
I'm tryna pull up in Porsche's and 911's
I'm not f*cking that hoe if she not a seven
I been going through hell like it's not a Heaven
Shawty in love with my presence
She like that I'm young and I'm reckless
I need diamonds and gold on my necklace
In the morning cough syrup for breakfast
Pop pop, we been making it pop
Drop tops got her making it drop
F*ck cops, they be making it hot
Ima be flexing if they hate it or not
Fly nigga, put team on a yacht
I'm that nigga but they seem to forgot
Bad hoe, she the cream of the crop
Big guns with the beam and the dot
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Pussy I be gone, high as hell, YSL
I be fly as f*ck, I just paid my cousin bail
Send it through the mail, bitch we talkin' big bails
I can't take a L, get the Glock and ring his bell
Writer: DANIEL MURPHY
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave