YSL lyrics

[Intro]
You have no heart
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse]
Catch me drippin' YSL, really trippin', high as hell
In Miami with my demons and we gettin' fly as hell
pus*y n*gga think he scheming, take his b*tch, I might as well
Designer zombie, so fanged up
Runway b*tch, want her fame up
I know that she hate me, but it's Gucci
Yeah, I really love my guap, love my blue cheese
I'm like Lil' Uzi, still need my JT
pus*y ass n*gga tried to play me
Pass to my brother like its Brady
Need a thicker b*tch to come save me
Got a Kim K playing safety
n*ggas tryna hate me, can't hate me
And I keep a f*cking cutter, no Bladee
Bad b*tch sittin' court side, she tryna eat me up
Bad b*tch sittin' court side, she tryna eat me up
Eat me up, eat me up

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
I do this sh*t