SYNDROME lyrics

[Intro]
Wet, that was a wet burp (Ayy-ayy-ayy)
Yeah, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent, n*gga, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know (You know), you know (And you know, hey)
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know (Yeah, I know, I know, I know, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Yves Saint Laurent, n*gga, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Yeah, uh, ayy, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, back and forth inside a twisted lifestyle
All your friends are dead or in a cage
If I had an answer for you right now (Right now)
Yeah, it would be you and me out here tryna get paid, yeah

[Verse]
f*ck wrong with a n*gga? Gettin' too greedy
I pick up the pieces and cut it all through the middle
My n*gga, we started off in a building, okay
Good flow, good face, call, tryna put a ho in a race car
And a bullet hole in the competition 'cause I gotta get it, n*gga, Lameboy
Same story, new n*gga right here, right, we don't do what they doin' (Right)
I don't mix Henny with the drink, n*gga, I was ready when I came through
I had to call a buddy for a fix back when I was buggin', playin' with the sticks
Now it's money over bricks, now it's hunnids over sh*t (For real)
Now I'm really with the sh*t (Yeah)
Top dollar for my rottweilers and a couple millis for my b*tch
Put the paraphernalia in a stick
Burn it 'til that mothaf*cka rip
Oh, you want a problem? n*gga know I got it
Know a couple homies who will co-sign it
n*gga one on one me I don't mind it
[Pre-Chorus]
Tryna do a new mothaf*cka a favor (Why?)
Get up out my way 'less yo' boo wanna say somethin'
Boy, you just a goofy and this ain't a playhouse
I need that YSL and that Louis

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent, n*gga, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Yves Saint Laurent, n*gga, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, back and forth inside a twisted lifestyle
All your friends are dead or in a cage
If I had an answer for you right now
Yeah, it would be you and me out here tryna get paid

[Outro]
f*ck wrong with a n*gga? Gettin' too greedy
I pick up the pieces and cut it all through the middle
My n*gga, we started off in a building, okay
Good flow, good face, call, tryna put a ho in a race car
And a bullet hole in the competition 'cause I gotta get it, n*gga, Lameboy
Same story, new n*gga right here, right, we don't do what they doin' (Right)
I don't mix Henny with the drink, n*gga, I was ready when I came through
I had to call a buddy for a fix back when I was buggin', playin' with the sticks
Now it's money over bricks, now it's hunnids over sh*t
Now I'm really with the sh*t (Now I'm really with the sh*t)