Yves Saint Laurent lyrics

[Chorus]
Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh)
Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about
Used to f*ck an average b*tch, now I’m f*cking on a b*tch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil n*gga stay talkin’ down

[Verse 1]
They gave the wrong n*gga some money, put a rack on ya' head now
Twin-Turbo in this getaway from the feds now
Yves Saint Laurent, lil' n*gga getting some bread now
Used to break my heart, now I f*ck her friend instead, woah
Twin Glocks, yeah all for your lil ass head
I can't find no act, so I'm sipping on that red
I'm in an all red 'Cat, and I swear this b*tch, it blatt, (Skrrttt)
Pop me a Hydro', man I swear that I love them meds
I’m off a xan baby, hoes got me feelin’ dead
Ay', could you turn me up, gotta make sure I hear what I said
You was a big bad wolf on the ’gram why u actin' scared?
You was a funny guy, man yo' ass hopped in that Lil ted
Spent five racks, now they give a young n*gga champagne
Did so many juggs, could've bought a f*ckin’ plain Jane
Smokin' fat ass woods in the motherf*ckin' Marriott
f*ckin' them racks, yeah I think that Imma just marry guap
In the Porsche 911, damn near feel like a damn cop
This b*tch moving too slow, had to tell the lil' b*tch chop chop
n*gga yo' car too slow, got that lil' sh*t from a lil' chop shop
Me and lil' 'Kan on the freeway, speeding in that drop-top
[Chorus]
Rockin' Chanel fur, I came a long way from hand-me-downs (Yea, Uh)
Yea, the racks in the lane now, only damn thing I care about
Used to f*ck an average b*tch, now I'm f*cking on a b*tch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil n*gga stay talkin' down

[Verse 2]
And I heard you went to Roxas now, (yeah)
Gotta run them bands up, It's no option now
Took my bands out in public, these b*tches out of pocket now
Walk up in Lenox, and I'm straight coppin' now
Goin' through woods, just all over them f*ckin' Tramadols
You got a band lil n*gga?, please just knock it off
I just bought this b*tch just like some f*ckin' Lysol
[?] man, turn the f*ckin' lights off
High off good drugs, higher than a f*ckin' Eiffel
Put an A-C-O-G scope on that f*ckin' Rifle
And my b*tch off them drugs, actin' like a psycho
Oh I told you, "I love you"?, that was a f*ckin' typo