DRESScode lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, that lil’ b*tch need a dress, b*tch, huh
Lovin’ me, b*tch, I love this sh*t (Yeah)

[Chorus]
In a Maybach, chillin’ with my vatos (Vatos)
This a Glock lil’ n*gga, not a Hi-Point (Hi-Point)
And yo’ b*tch, she gon’ like the way I talk, voice (Hm)
Got a white-boy, I call him Jack Harlow (Let's go)
Got some hollow tips in the car, bro (In the car, bro)
I’m a dog, bro, I go hard, bro (Hm, huh)
I got a thing for them e-hoes (E-hoes)
Red bottom on the heel hoes, and all black with a dress code (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
And my b*tch got some Tim’s like she Gio (Gio)
Walk around with my Glock, this a big pole (Huh)
Walk around with my Glock and some big clothes
I’m a dog, I go raw in the pus*y (pus*y)
I got Louie, and Gucci, and Tru’ies
I’ma fade a n*gga down, like I’m Boosie
Off the two-seat, my mind goin’ looney
In the back of the [?], f*ckin’ through this
Why yo’ pockets so funny like Druski?
This a movie, I know I got a toolie (Yeah)
Got a Uzi, I’m shootin’ down goofies (Go)
And yo’ sis’ on my di*k, she a groupie (Groupie)
I peeled off in a two-seater, I got two ninas (Two-seater, two)
With some lean in my cup, that’s a two-liter (Yeah)
Baggy-jeans on my body and a wife beater (Wife beater)
I got Nike’s on my feet, n*gga, no Adidas (Let's go)
Middle fingers up to my f*ckin’ ex b*tch (Yeah)
I want head, b*tch, from the next b*tch (f*ck)
And the next, and the next, and the next b*tch (Haha)
Where yo’ neck, b*tch? Where yo’ neck at?
Where the f*ck is your throat? I’ma drill that (Where? Drill)
Where the f*ck is your mouth? I’ma drill that (Drill)
Where the f*ck is your head? I’ma hold that (Hm)
On the side of the car, take a Kodak (Kodak)
This a throwback, put my hands in the air, with some Cognac (Throwback, Cognac)
Bought a whole store out, n*gga f*ck a tag
Off a 'yac, pull the stick out the f*ckin’ bag (Yeah)
[Chorus]
In a Maybach, chillin’ with my vatos (Vatos)
This a Glock lil’ n*gga, not a Hi-Point (Hi-Point)
And yo’ b*tch, she gon’ like the way I talk, voice (Hm)
Got a white-boy, I call him Jack Harlow (Let's go)
Got some hollow tips in the car, bro (In the car, bro)
I’m a dog, bro, I go hard, bro (Hm, huh)
I got a thing for them e-hoes (E-hoes)
Red bottom on the heel hoes, and all black with a dress code (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
You know I like these b*tches, dress codes and sh*t, man
I got the Tim's with baggy– you feel me?
You know how that sh*t goes
Yeah, yeah, hmph, hm, haha