​skinny jeans & rick owens lyrics

[Intro: Suigeneris]
What you wanna buy? (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can put the blicky in the Ricky's, what you wanna buy?
I can put the Ricky with the blicky when you wanna— (Err)
I can put that Ricky with that blicky, what you wanna buy? (Hey, where's Rolo?)
Go, b*tch, go

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my di*k up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks

[Verse 1: Suigeneris]
You ain't with the business, you call mommy for your chip, huh?
Hundred dollar shirt, I take it off, you get your sh*t snuck
Diamonds on your chain, boy, show them off, you got your sh*t tucked
But, when I pull it out, don't make no noise, don't let your b*tch run
And no, this ain't no G-Lock, this an AR, this a big gun
You ain't pull up with a vest and helmet? Boy, you big dumb
You the type to bust inside your head before your b*tch come
"Sorry Sui, I ain't mean that comment, I'm a b*tch, bruh"
My VLONE is faker than a b*tch, it's from the thrift, cuh
You don't got the money for your drip, go hit a lick, son
I ain't have that money for a bit, but now I'm big up
All these comments talking 'bout, "Go get Chris," okay, go get bruh
[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
Yeah, these n*ggas want me, I had to deliver
He talking 'bout his b*tch, I been had his sister
And shawty was smoking my di*k like a Swisher
My choppa so pretty, n*gga, you should kiss her
You care 'bout your di*k? I might shoot at your p*sser
If you got a man, I'ma shoot at your mister
Them guns, we got plenty, n*gga, better pick one
I got plenty b*tches, n*gga, which one?
Not the first or the second, the fifth one
Got the stick on my left and I hit some'
Lasso god, she ride like a bike
I told the b*tch, "Pull up on the guys"
I pull out my di*k, then nut on her eyes
Her sh*t hella red like shawty was fried
I just bought a chain, wish a n*gga would try
Put that sh*t on my dome and that n*gga will die

[Interlude: Suigeneris and yvngxchris]
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens (Ayy, where you going?) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Best believe I'm sticked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Hahaha)
Get your b*tch ass over here (Skinny jeans and Rick Owens) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, catch his ass, let's go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my di*k up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
[Outro: Trap-A-Holics]
Real trap sh*t
Trap-A-Holics, we make it look easy
f*ck with your boys