Oyea Oyuh
I'm with my mans, they bouta pour up
Jé Versus Versace, I'm bouta go up
I can't f*ck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up
Yea I stole your swag nigga, just grow up
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Yea I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up
I got three bitches on Hennessy nigga, and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ectasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
I got Vivienne, yeah and et cetera
Got a new Goyard bag, yeah yeah, yayo
Got your bitch on me, she being bad, yayo
Oyea Oyuh
My jewels A1, I got 2 B's
She want 2 C's, it ain't good for the business
Hop out the sprinter, hop out the two-seat
We bouta stand on business
.223's, 5.56, I got a 7th sense
Oyea Oyuh
I'm with my mans, they bouta pour up
Jé Versus Versace, I'm bouta go up
I can't f*ck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up
Yea I stole your swag nigga, just grow up
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Yea I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up
I got three bitches on Hennessy nigga, and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ectasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
My deposit it just hit, I gotta f*ck on a bitch
I'm movin' with ice on my wrist
Movin' with ice on my wrist
Got a clean cut, shawty
Straight from the barber and that shit just hit
He got a lean gut, shawty
You can't f*ck with him, this nigga too sick
Martin Margiela, my shit be too lit
LV the belt, my shit not counterfeit
I got my shootas, my killas, my hittas
My drillas, that k' on your head gonna hit
Shawty wanna f*ck with my dreads
Shawty wanna f*ck with my swag
I feel complete, get in the car give me head
Get in the car give me head
This shit so sweet
Only tennis I play is that jewelry
I don't f*ck with these niggas, that's foolery
I can take your girl
And I can take your world
Sacé and Saint gon' take over the world
Price of the verse definitely gonna go up
Working all summer, I just got my flow up
Shit, I'm finna pour up
Pour up, I'm finna pour up
Wow, I'm finna pour up
Bad bitches on Baint, they wan' pour up
We got big bills, big bank, yayo
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Oyea Oyuh
I'm with my mans, they bouta pour up
Jé Versus Versace, I'm bouta go up
I can't f*ck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up
Yea I stole your swag nigga, just grow up
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Yea I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up
I got three bitches on Hennessy nigga, and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ectasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
I got Vivienne, yeah and et cetera
Got a new Goyard bag, yeah yeah, yayo
Got your bitch on me, she being bad, yayo
Oyea Oyuh
My jewels A1, I got 2 B's
She want 2 C's, it ain't good for the business
Hop out the sprinter, hop out the two-seat
We bouta stand on business
.223's, 5.56, I got a 7th sense
Oyea Oyuh
I'm with my mans, they bouta pour up
Jé Versus Versace, I'm bouta go up
I can't f*ck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up
Yea I stole your swag nigga, just grow up
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Yea I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up
I got three bitches on Hennessy nigga, and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ectasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
My deposit it just hit, I gotta f*ck on a bitch
I'm movin' with ice on my wrist
Movin' with ice on my wrist
Got a clean cut, shawty
Straight from the barber and that shit just hit
He got a lean gut, shawty
You can't f*ck with him, this nigga too sick
Martin Margiela, my shit be too lit
LV the belt, my shit not counterfeit
I got my shootas, my killas, my hittas
My drillas, that k' on your head gonna hit
Shawty wanna f*ck with my dreads
Shawty wanna f*ck with my swag
I feel complete, get in the car give me head
Get in the car give me head
This shit so sweet
Only tennis I play is that jewelry
I don't f*ck with these niggas, that's foolery
I can take your girl
And I can take your world
Sacé and Saint gon' take over the world
Price of the verse definitely gonna go up
Working all summer, I just got my flow up
Shit, I'm finna pour up
Pour up, I'm finna pour up
Wow, I'm finna pour up
Bad bitches on Baint, they wan' pour up
We got big bills, big bank, yayo
I'm with my mans, they bouta pour up
Jé Versus Versace, I'm bouta go up
I can't f*ck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up
Yea I stole your swag nigga, just grow up
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Yea I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up
I got three bitches on Hennessy nigga, and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ectasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
They bouta throw up
I got Vivienne, yeah and et cetera
Got a new Goyard bag, yeah yeah, yayo
Got your bitch on me, she being bad, yayo
Oyea Oyuh
My jewels A1, I got 2 B's
She want 2 C's, it ain't good for the business
Hop out the sprinter, hop out the two-seat
We bouta stand on business
.223's, 5.56, I got a 7th sense
Oyea Oyuh
I'm with my mans, they bouta pour up
Jé Versus Versace, I'm bouta go up
I can't f*ck with that bitch, that bitch needa glow up
Yea I stole your swag nigga, just grow up
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Just grow up (you needa grow up)
Yea I stole your swag lame ass nigga, just grow up
I got three bitches on Hennessy nigga, and they bouta pour up
Three more bitches on ectasy, oyea, they bouta throw up
My deposit it just hit, I gotta f*ck on a bitch
I'm movin' with ice on my wrist
Movin' with ice on my wrist
Got a clean cut, shawty
Straight from the barber and that shit just hit
He got a lean gut, shawty
You can't f*ck with him, this nigga too sick
Martin Margiela, my shit be too lit
LV the belt, my shit not counterfeit
I got my shootas, my killas, my hittas
My drillas, that k' on your head gonna hit
Shawty wanna f*ck with my dreads
Shawty wanna f*ck with my swag
I feel complete, get in the car give me head
Get in the car give me head
This shit so sweet
Only tennis I play is that jewelry
I don't f*ck with these niggas, that's foolery
I can take your girl
And I can take your world
Sacé and Saint gon' take over the world
Price of the verse definitely gonna go up
Working all summer, I just got my flow up
Shit, I'm finna pour up
Pour up, I'm finna pour up
Wow, I'm finna pour up
Bad bitches on Baint, they wan' pour up
We got big bills, big bank, yayo
Writer: Dave Saint, Jé Versace
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