Don’t Step on My Saint Laurent lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

[Verse]
I just bought a new K, call it the dirty stick
Got a Glock and I load it with the thirty clip
It gon' burn when I hit you with these hollow tips
Call my n*ggas psychos, 'cause we murder sh*t
f*cked my b*tch best friend, now she over it
And if the ho get on my nerves, I might just leave the b*tch
I ain't got no heart so I can't love a b*tch
When the b*tch done suckin' di*k, I give the ho the kick
Hop up in the whip, hit one button, lift
Even though I got a whip, that b*tch still catch a Lyft
Exotic, two lanes, don't know which to pick
Hit one button and I'm gone, shadow in the mist
That's your b*tch up in the kitchen, hit it with her fists
Put her hand in the pot, came out with a fish, yeah
I just bought a drop and I got it detailed
I shop at Saks Fifth, all your sh*t retail
If you wanna book me, here's the email
I need ten for a show or I won't be there
I wear Comme des Garçons 'cause this sh*t rare
And when your ho see all this drip, I bet that b*tch stare, ayy
Got a lot of guns like the cartel
f*cked another n*gga's b*tch, oops, oh well
VVS in, b*tch I'm all well
f*ck one shot, he get all shells
f*ck 12, I can't grow up in no jail cells
Until we out, these n*ggas trappin', they ain't made bail
That sh*t cap
You ain't never been up in no trap
n*ggas lame, tellin' lies in they raps
That lil' pistol, you ain't never blew a strap
Racks, racks, Wopster got them racks
b*tches love a hood n*gga, watch that lil' b*tch throw it back
b*tch I got exquisite attire, I'm rockin' Gucci slacks
[Chorus]
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*tch cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*tch cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*tch cost me some racks, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*tch cost me some racks, ayy, ayy, ayy
Don't step on my Saint Laurent, these b*tch cost me some racks, ayy