Hermés Freestyle SAINt JHN

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa
I had way too much to drink, nigga

[Verse 1]
Gassin' up the Porsche, yeah that bitch she know
Pullin' out the driveway, that shit she want
Sleeping with her heels on, that bedsheet war
A nigga with the numbers, DaVinci code (i got it!)
Ice on, girl what I need a AC for?
Poppin' bitch, I can't do no scary hoe
Gassin' up the Porsche, yeah that bitch she know

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my Porsche, but my license is learners
He got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
Can't trust no bitch that don't know what a perm is

[Verse 2]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
'88 Stingray, I need that in two tone
Who this? A new phone, I don't got the roof on
Silk on but rap like I trap out the group home (I got it!)
And a nigga know I got it, so he gotta ask for it
Started from the bottom, but I hit that fast forward
I told the bitch "Runnin' through the life, go slow"
I told the bitch "Runnin' through this life, go pro"
I'm baggin' up the motherfucking ounce, nigga-oh
Crack dust on the Chanel fucking pouch, nigga-woah
And is that shit Off-White you got on, oh no
That's Saint Laurent, you should know better you hoe
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
Champagne for them bitches with the soft skin
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
I been flexin' on them niggas, it's exhausting
I'm swimmin' all in the money, you should know
On my own, ain't a nigga that I owe (facts)
A nigga dope, but be really never overdose
So hold me close, hold me close, hold me close
I'm in the way, nigga feel on my skin
And might just get a purse, it depends
Ain't looking for no love-girl I wanna friend
I told her first, "You should swallow, then repent"