Yeat, Lunchbox - Slayed lyrics

(We just landed in NY, we
Just poppin' tags all day
Coppin' swag all day)
(Swiz need to pipe down)
I really just touched down, bitch
And I spent ten bands on Margiela
Bitch watch the stick when we hop out the jet
We just landed in NY, flew out from 'Ella
(yeah) i put a few in a duffel bag
For the plane and the bookbag
Take it wherever
Told 'em I'm moving the Za every way, I
Ain't talk to no Jake but I'm calling
But I call up my dealer

Called up my twin (yeah) call my twizzy
Called up my bitch, like watchu talm' bout
Call my bizzy the world learned the slang
Bitches love the slang (yeah)
These bitches love the swang, open 24
7, it's time to sit on top of her brain yeah
I got these diamonds they
Came Eliantte, Cuban link
Feel like I live in the rain
Yeah every day, life is a
I done got every rack I coulda made
Yeah this not a AirBnb, this a mansion
I let these bitches pull up, they get slayed

These bitches pull up to get slayed (Slayed)
These bitches pull up to get slayed (Slayed)
Like the bitch is just the
My cup is some wock, just know hella syrup
Back to New York, I was just in LA
Got straight to them racks
Cause I don't even play
And these niggas they
But we really don't play
I just ran up the racks as
The start of my day
We got that chop for that
Boy if he runnin' up these broke lil man
Go and go get your hunnids up
When she suck the dick, she need some money
Can't suck dick
Then you can't get a honeybun
Smoke a lot, this shit got me dummy dumb
Shit no funny, we don't got dummy guns
Choppa Homi, just like a Kid Cudi show
So many racks, I might get me a tummy tuck