Summrs - Yves Saint Laurent lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Yves Saint Laurent lyrics]
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 fuck an average bitch
Now I’m fucking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil nigga stay talkin’ down
They gave the wrong nigga some money
Put a rack on ya' head now
Twin Turbo in this getaway from the feds now
Yves Saint Laurent
Lil' nigga getting some bread now
Used to break my heart, now
I fuck 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 bitch
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 nigga champagne
Did so many juggs
Could've bought a fuckin’ plain Jane
Smokin' fat ass woods in
The motherfuckin' Marriott
Fuckin' them racks
Yeah I think that Imma just marry guap
In the Porsche 911
Damn near feel like a damn cop
This bitch moving too slow
Had to tell the lil' bitch chop chop
Nigga yo' car too slow
Got that lil' shit from a lil' chop shop
Me and lil' 'Kan on the freeway
Speeding in that drop-top
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 fuck an average bitch
Now I'm fucking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil nigga stay talkin' down
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 bitches out of pocket now
Walk up in Lenox
And I'm straight coppin' now
Goin' through woods
Just all over them fuckin' Tramadols
You got a band lil nigga?
Please just knock it off
I just bought this bitch just
Like some fuckin' Lysol
Man, turn the fuckin' lights off
High off good drugs
Higher than a fuckin' Eiffel
Put an A-C-O-G scope on that fuckin' Rifle
And my bitch off them drugs
Actin' like a psycho
Oh I told you, "I love you"?
That was a fuckin' typo
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 fuck an average bitch
Now I’m fucking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil nigga stay talkin’ down
They gave the wrong nigga some money
Put a rack on ya' head now
Twin Turbo in this getaway from the feds now
Yves Saint Laurent
Lil' nigga getting some bread now
Used to break my heart, now
I fuck 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 bitch
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 nigga champagne
Did so many juggs
Could've bought a fuckin’ plain Jane
Smokin' fat ass woods in
The motherfuckin' Marriott
Fuckin' them racks
Yeah I think that Imma just marry guap
In the Porsche 911
Damn near feel like a damn cop
This bitch moving too slow
Had to tell the lil' bitch chop chop
Nigga yo' car too slow
Got that lil' shit from a lil' chop shop
Me and lil' 'Kan on the freeway
Speeding in that drop-top
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 fuck an average bitch
Now I'm fucking on a bitch from Paris now
(Countin' em' racks up)
And that lil nigga stay talkin' down
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 bitches out of pocket now
Walk up in Lenox
And I'm straight coppin' now
Goin' through woods
Just all over them fuckin' Tramadols
You got a band lil nigga?
Please just knock it off
I just bought this bitch just
Like some fuckin' Lysol
Man, turn the fuckin' lights off
High off good drugs
Higher than a fuckin' Eiffel
Put an A-C-O-G scope on that fuckin' Rifle
And my bitch off them drugs
Actin' like a psycho
Oh I told you, "I love you"?
That was a fuckin' typo