Warhol.SS, Drelli - TWPL lyrics
[Warhol.SS, Drelli - TWPL lyrics]
Ay, this bitch got a Xan in her system
I’m in the back of an Uber
I’m double cup sippin’
Baby my stans be Raf Simons
Pianos, I’m heavily bussin’
Trapping with keys in these APC jeans
And this Maui I blow be designer
Boof in the air and I’m hot as a sauna
Ay ay, my niggas’ll rob you
They not with the drama if she on her period
I’m counting these commas
My phone line is constantly chirping
Finessing my old head for
Bread and it’s working, ay
Step to the left then I dab
Dripped up in sauce when I pass with my
(niggas) ay, leaving with shorty, she bad
So tonight I cannot fuck with you (niggas)
Ay, designer my feet and my
Teeth made of gold
Designer my weed, I’ma blow
LORDFUBU my plug on the low
(LORDFUBU pluggin on the low?)
Yeah LORDFUBU plug me up for sure
I drop the top with my (niggas)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ay
Step to the left then I dab
Dripped up in sauce when I pass with my
(niggas) ay, leaving with shorty, she bad
So tonight I cannot fuck with you (niggas)
Ay, designer my feet and my
Teeth made of gold
Designer my weed, I’ma blow
I hate when white people yell (niggas)
They like Warhol, bro what you been on?
I been working on myself all alone
Show me a pad for the summer
Roll over niggas like Hummers
Now roll over bitch, I’ma
Might fuck on your sister
I never did kiss her but her
Lips were soft as some tissue
She knew ‘bout pen over pencil
But my foreign ho made the prophecy
Blow me a bag through the roof
Lord I feel like I’m speed racing
Pink pussy pretty, I’m sure to taste it
Green in my ‘wood and I’m sure to face it
She threw it back and I’m sure to take it
She talkin’ ‘bout what she seen but
She stay on the scene
Can’t fuck with bitches like that
Booty so fat with a tat
And I’m flat so my niggas
You know we don’t lie
Ay, this bitch got a Xan in her system
I’m in the back of an Uber
I’m double cup sippin’
Baby my stans be Raf Simons
I’m in the back of an Uber
I’m double cup sippin’
Baby my stans be Raf Simons
Pianos, I’m heavily bussin’
Trapping with keys in these APC jeans
And this Maui I blow be designer
Boof in the air and I’m hot as a sauna
Ay ay, my niggas’ll rob you
They not with the drama if she on her period
I’m counting these commas
My phone line is constantly chirping
Finessing my old head for
Bread and it’s working, ay
Step to the left then I dab
Dripped up in sauce when I pass with my
(niggas) ay, leaving with shorty, she bad
So tonight I cannot fuck with you (niggas)
Ay, designer my feet and my
Teeth made of gold
Designer my weed, I’ma blow
LORDFUBU my plug on the low
(LORDFUBU pluggin on the low?)
Yeah LORDFUBU plug me up for sure
I drop the top with my (niggas)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ay
Step to the left then I dab
Dripped up in sauce when I pass with my
(niggas) ay, leaving with shorty, she bad
So tonight I cannot fuck with you (niggas)
Ay, designer my feet and my
Teeth made of gold
Designer my weed, I’ma blow
I hate when white people yell (niggas)
They like Warhol, bro what you been on?
I been working on myself all alone
Show me a pad for the summer
Roll over niggas like Hummers
Now roll over bitch, I’ma
Might fuck on your sister
I never did kiss her but her
Lips were soft as some tissue
She knew ‘bout pen over pencil
But my foreign ho made the prophecy
Blow me a bag through the roof
Lord I feel like I’m speed racing
Pink pussy pretty, I’m sure to taste it
Green in my ‘wood and I’m sure to face it
She threw it back and I’m sure to take it
She talkin’ ‘bout what she seen but
She stay on the scene
Can’t fuck with bitches like that
Booty so fat with a tat
And I’m flat so my niggas
You know we don’t lie
Ay, this bitch got a Xan in her system
I’m in the back of an Uber
I’m double cup sippin’
Baby my stans be Raf Simons