Future, NAV - Stella McCartney lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[Future, NAV - Stella McCartney lyrics]
I'm tryna get you high
I'm tryna get you fly
(Wheezy outta here)
I'm tryna get you high
Girl I'm tryna get you fly
I'm tryna get you fly, I'm
Tryna get you fly
Girl
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag
And I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the
Foreign, goin' and goin' to space
Yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway
Bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40
My young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and
I never keep the receipts
Yeah
I put it on, when I put it on
I'm stackin' it high, I'm
Stackin' up neat
Yeah
Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls
Buggy with Chanel on my feet
Yeah
You never seen what I seen, yeah
I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin' you something to see if you
Never seen it when it's elite
Yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
Chane'-ne' pillows, my room, yeah
You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with
No effort, you know I'ma pop
Yeah
Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
Eat it up, every drop, yeah
Designer my drugs, designer my jeans
Designer
Way down to my socks
Yeah
You gotta match up to my fly
I can't get caught with an imposter
I can go back in my archive
I have these bitches starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life
I know this shit feel awful
Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy
Every day I still feel awesome
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag
And I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the
Foreign, goin' and goin' to space
Yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway
Bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40
My young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and
I never keep the receipts
Yeah
Ballin', I keep my composure
She fuck with me for exposure
Drivin' V12, my motor (Skrr)
They gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the back, I'm comfy
Had to put on for my country
Pourin' codeine in my tummy
Wipe your nose like it's runny
No opp block, sippin' on bubbly
Pluto my twin like Dudley
I'm on the win like Rocky
Balenci my socks, I'm cocky
Certified G, I ate my fists
Brand new foreign, look fye with no kit
Drive in my city, top down, no tints
Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic'
Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
Ridin' with a 30 clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
Wanna die, my assistant gon' bend her fist
I ain't GD but I'll take
Care of plenty folk
Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here, more ways than boats
Every day I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag
And I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the
Foreign, goin' and goin' to space
Yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway
Bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40
My young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and
I never keep the receipts
Yeah
I'm tryna get you fly
(Wheezy outta here)
I'm tryna get you high
Girl I'm tryna get you fly
I'm tryna get you fly, I'm
Tryna get you fly
Girl
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag
And I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the
Foreign, goin' and goin' to space
Yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway
Bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40
My young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and
I never keep the receipts
Yeah
I put it on, when I put it on
I'm stackin' it high, I'm
Stackin' up neat
Yeah
Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls
Buggy with Chanel on my feet
Yeah
You never seen what I seen, yeah
I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin' you something to see if you
Never seen it when it's elite
Yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
Chane'-ne' pillows, my room, yeah
You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with
No effort, you know I'ma pop
Yeah
Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
Eat it up, every drop, yeah
Designer my drugs, designer my jeans
Designer
Way down to my socks
Yeah
You gotta match up to my fly
I can't get caught with an imposter
I can go back in my archive
I have these bitches starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life
I know this shit feel awful
Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy
Every day I still feel awesome
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag
And I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the
Foreign, goin' and goin' to space
Yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway
Bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40
My young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and
I never keep the receipts
Yeah
Ballin', I keep my composure
She fuck with me for exposure
Drivin' V12, my motor (Skrr)
They gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the back, I'm comfy
Had to put on for my country
Pourin' codeine in my tummy
Wipe your nose like it's runny
No opp block, sippin' on bubbly
Pluto my twin like Dudley
I'm on the win like Rocky
Balenci my socks, I'm cocky
Certified G, I ate my fists
Brand new foreign, look fye with no kit
Drive in my city, top down, no tints
Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic'
Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
Ridin' with a 30 clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
Wanna die, my assistant gon' bend her fist
I ain't GD but I'll take
Care of plenty folk
Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here, more ways than boats
Every day I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag
And I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the
Foreign, goin' and goin' to space
Yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway
Bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock 40
My young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and
I never keep the receipts
Yeah