Yves Saint Laurent Summrs

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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