In My Stussy’s Songtext
von Lil Yachty
In My Stussy’s Songtext
Yeah, it′s us
Pew, pew-pew-pew (Hmm)
Go, go (Hmm)
Go, go (Hmm), slatt, woah
Go, go, woah, woah
Ten times ten, I just got that on a sheet of paper
I just put up all-yellow like vanilla wafers
Tryna tell your bitch 'bout me, you can′t save her
If it's 'bout Ben Frank, pull up suit and tie like Craig Sager
All my hoes on ten, movin′ ′em out the base just like the Raiders, ooh
Pew, pew-pew-pew, yeah, slatt, okay (Wow)
Rearrange his face, think it's sweet, we gon′ handle it (Yeah)
Fuck her from the back, mess it up, I'm gon′ damage it (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk, I want top and I need it (Shut up)
We will not show up anywhere ′til we receive it (Brr)
She know I'm too fly, she believe it (Woo)
And I'm on that jet kickin′ up, eatin′ Reese's (Go)
Put a million cash in a safe for my nieces
All we do is buy every time, don′t do leases (Ew)
Five hundred thousand for my truck, ooh, Jesus
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't break a sweat over pussy (Slatt)
Lit up in this bitch, can′t nobody overlook me (Lit)
My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (Go)
Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
And I'm outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes, ayy)
Bae with no ass shots, get your ass shot
Tryna play on the back block, he a mascot
Every day, I′ma cash out, I don't brag 'bout what I got
′Cause the feds watchin′ your headtop
Ooh, she thick like some dreadlocks, she can gawk-gawk
I don't dance, but I pop locks, we can go flock
Go shot in a nigga crib, where you niggas live?
In the set with a hundred TECs, but I′m innocent
I be lawyered up, big G's, Hoya cuz
Big dawgs on them pups, drive-bys, buckle up
Bye-bye when I want
You niggas broke, but that′s okay with me (That's okay)
Just stay with me, don′t play with me
I cannot make-believe (Can't make it up), uh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't break a sweat over pussy (Slatt)
Lit up in this bitch, can′t nobody overlook me (Lit)
My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (Go)
Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
And I′m outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes)
Pew, pew-pew-pew (Hmm)
Go, go (Hmm)
Go, go (Hmm), slatt, woah
Go, go, woah, woah
Ten times ten, I just got that on a sheet of paper
I just put up all-yellow like vanilla wafers
Tryna tell your bitch 'bout me, you can′t save her
If it's 'bout Ben Frank, pull up suit and tie like Craig Sager
All my hoes on ten, movin′ ′em out the base just like the Raiders, ooh
Pew, pew-pew-pew, yeah, slatt, okay (Wow)
Rearrange his face, think it's sweet, we gon′ handle it (Yeah)
Fuck her from the back, mess it up, I'm gon′ damage it (Yeah)
I don't wanna talk, I want top and I need it (Shut up)
We will not show up anywhere ′til we receive it (Brr)
She know I'm too fly, she believe it (Woo)
And I'm on that jet kickin′ up, eatin′ Reese's (Go)
Put a million cash in a safe for my nieces
All we do is buy every time, don′t do leases (Ew)
Five hundred thousand for my truck, ooh, Jesus
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't break a sweat over pussy (Slatt)
Lit up in this bitch, can′t nobody overlook me (Lit)
My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (Go)
Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
And I'm outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes, ayy)
Bae with no ass shots, get your ass shot
Tryna play on the back block, he a mascot
Every day, I′ma cash out, I don't brag 'bout what I got
′Cause the feds watchin′ your headtop
Ooh, she thick like some dreadlocks, she can gawk-gawk
I don't dance, but I pop locks, we can go flock
Go shot in a nigga crib, where you niggas live?
In the set with a hundred TECs, but I′m innocent
I be lawyered up, big G's, Hoya cuz
Big dawgs on them pups, drive-bys, buckle up
Bye-bye when I want
You niggas broke, but that′s okay with me (That's okay)
Just stay with me, don′t play with me
I cannot make-believe (Can't make it up), uh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't break a sweat over pussy (Slatt)
Lit up in this bitch, can′t nobody overlook me (Lit)
My bitch so bad and her pussy talk, whoop me (Go)
Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
And I′m outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes)
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Miles Parks Mccollum, Leken Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
