Vivienne Westwood lyrics

[Chorus]
(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids

[Verse 1]
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I f*cked this b*tch, we made a flick (Blatt)
I'ma smoke me an opp just like a cig
I'ma cut that b*tch, she not my kin
Tryna f*ck two hoes, I think they twins
I'm rocking them Chrome Hearts
Got a baddie and she die hard (Slatt, yeah, blatt)
I'm 'bout to blast this ho (Blaow-blaow, yeah, bow)

[Chorus]
(Blatt)
I got Prada on my ass
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
[Interlude]
Yeah-oh (Blatt-blatt), yeah (Blah, huh, what? Ah, uh)
Yeah, yeah, uh (Blatt, uh, blatt, slatt)
(We ain't worried, lil n*gga)
Uh, uh

[Refrain]
Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this b*tch, huh
RIP Yams, RIP Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to f*ck on a project b*tch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the b*tch
Two-fifty in cash, we ain't playin' with a b*tch
Two-fifty in the bag, I ain't playin' with a b*tch
Yeah, and Carti a diva, uh
Yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your b*tch is a eater, uh
Yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking sh*t, b*tch, yeah, n*gga, like FIFA, hol' up, what? (Hol' up, hol' up)

[Verse 2]
She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, hold up, yeah
I smoke my weed, I smoke my reefer, hold up (Blatt-bah)
I pour the lean, I'm on the liter, huh, huh
I had to go, I gotta leave her, huh (Yeah)
Yeah, big heartagram on the tattoo
Yeah, slatt, huh, yeah
All red suit like Deadpool (Blatt-blatt, blah, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
You paying for pus*y, I don't pay, fool (I don't pay for no pus*y, hol' on, pus*y)
Iced-out wrist and it cost two (Cash, cash, blatt, cash, uh)
f*ck a b*tch outside, yeah, hold up (Blatt-blatt-blatt, sex, blah, blatt-blatt)
I want that motherf*cker dead, hold up (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
I want an apology (Buh-blatt)
You cannot talk to me (Blatt)
You cannot lie to me, hol' up
You cannot lie to me (Blatt-blatt-blatt)
[Chorus]
(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

[Interlude]
I just made her swallow my… (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt)
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG

[Refrain]
Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this b*tch, huh
RIP Yams, RIP Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to f*ck on a project b*tch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the b*tch
Two-fifty in cash, we ain't playin' with a b*tch
Two-fifty in the bag, I ain't playin' with a b*tch
Yeah, and Carti a diva, uh
Yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your b*tch is a eater, uh
Yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking sh*t, b*tch, yeah, n*gga, like FIFA, hol' up
[Chorus]
(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids