Hermés Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa
I had way too much to drink, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Gassin' up the Porsche, yeah that b*tch she know
Pullin' out the driveway, that sh*t she want
Sleeping with her heels on, that bedsheet war
A n*gga with the numbers, DaVinci code (i got it!)
Ice on, girl what I need a AC for?
Poppin' b*tch, I can't do no scary hoe
Gassin' up the Porsche, yeah that b*tch she know

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
b*tch jacked my Porsche, but my license is learners
He got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
Can't trust no b*tch that don't know what a perm is

[Verse 2]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
'88 Stingray, I need that in two tone
Who this? A new phone, I don't got the roof on
Silk on but rap like I trap out the group home (I got it!)
And a n*gga know I got it, so he gotta ask for it
Started from the bottom, but I hit that fast forward
I told the b*tch "Runnin' through the life, go slow"
I told the b*tch "Runnin' through this life, go pro"
I'm baggin' up the motherf*cking ounce, n*gga-oh
Crack dust on the Chanel f*cking pouch, n*gga-woah
And is that sh*t Off-White you got on, oh no
That's Saint Laurent, you should know better you hoe
D´ussé for the motherf*cking day
Champagne for them b*tches with the soft skin
D´ussé for the motherf*cking day
I been flexin' on them n*ggas, it's exhausting
I'm swimmin' all in the money, you should know
On my own, ain't a n*gga that I owe (facts)
A n*gga dope, but be really never overdose
So hold me close, hold me close, hold me close
I'm in the way, n*gga feel on my skin
And might just get a purse, it depends
Ain't looking for no love-girl I wanna friend
I told her first, "You should swallow, then repent"
[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
b*tch jacked my Porsche, but my license is learners
He got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
Can't trust no b*tch, that don't know what a perm is

[Verse 3]
Michael B. Jordan, with the B that's for Balmain
We not the same, 'till the penthouse in your name
She had went down on both knees, that's a amen
Eyes look Prussian, that pus*y feel [?]
It's the S, the L, I'm poppin', can you tell?
A n*gga from the gutter playing [Celine on Chanel]
My uncle used to sell the little baggies, yeah, I helped
My brother had it poppin' on the corner with his scale
n*ggas just got on probation
Shoutout to the mandem, ayy
Pablo is my inspiration
Broke drug dealers can't understand them
Never let a f*cking f*ck-n*gga talk reckless
Never let a f*cking b*tch n*gga finish breakfast
Never choose a f*cking Honda Accord over Lexus
The short sighted b*tch tryna talk about perspectives
n*ggas know how I get it done (crazy, crazy)
n*gga ballin' through the alley from the inbound
A f*ckboy when he hit the ground
I celebrate like we just found a quarter-pound
The tempo is the tempo, ball (bounce that sh*t hard)
I been cold from the intro, ball (bounce that sh*t hard)
You see me poppin', now they wanna hover now
But suck my whole di*k, I hope you make your mother proud
[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
b*tch jacked my Porsche, but my license is learners
He got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
Can't trust no b*tch, that don't know what a perm is

[Outro]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
'88 Stingray, I need that in two tone
Who this? A new phone, I don't got the roof on
Silk on but rap like a trap out the group home
A n*gga know these n*ggas don't want no war
I got them other n*ggas poppin' on the floor
I tell them n*ggas all leave it alone
And n*ggas you don't want to wait here for long
Oh okay