Stella McCartney (feat. Future) - Bonus Track
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โฑ๏ธ 3:08 duration
๐ ID: 90482
๐ Lyrics
I'm tryna get you high
I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here)
I'm tryna get you high, girl (codeine, codeine)
I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
I'm tryna get you fly, girl (codeine, codeine)
(Codeine, codeine)
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah
Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
You never seen what I seen, yeah
I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
Chanaynay pillows, my room, yeah
You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah
Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
Eat it up, every drop, yeah
Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor
I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
Ballin', I keep my composure
She fuck with me for exposure
Drivin', V-12 my motor (skrrt)
They gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy (yeah)
Had to put on for my country (yeah)
Pourin' codeine in my tummy (yeah)
Wipe your nose like it's runny (slatt)
No opp block, sippin' on bubbly
Pluto my twin like Dudley (Dudley)
I'm on the win like Rocky (yeah)
Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky (yeah)
Certified G, I ate my fists
Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit
Drive in my city, top down, no tints
Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic
Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
Ridin' with a .30 clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
When I die, my sister gon' benefit
I ain't G.D., but I'll take care, plenty folk
Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats
Everyday, I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here)
I'm tryna get you high, girl (codeine, codeine)
I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
I'm tryna get you fly, girl (codeine, codeine)
(Codeine, codeine)
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah
Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
You never seen what I seen, yeah
I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
Chanaynay pillows, my room, yeah
You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah
Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
Eat it up, every drop, yeah
Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor
I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
Ballin', I keep my composure
She fuck with me for exposure
Drivin', V-12 my motor (skrrt)
They gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy (yeah)
Had to put on for my country (yeah)
Pourin' codeine in my tummy (yeah)
Wipe your nose like it's runny (slatt)
No opp block, sippin' on bubbly
Pluto my twin like Dudley (Dudley)
I'm on the win like Rocky (yeah)
Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky (yeah)
Certified G, I ate my fists
Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit
Drive in my city, top down, no tints
Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic
Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
Ridin' with a .30 clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
When I die, my sister gon' benefit
I ain't G.D., but I'll take care, plenty folk
Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats
Everyday, I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap
Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
Secured the bag, it was Goyard
Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
All I said was facts, yeah
Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.26] I'm tryna get you high
[00:02.93] I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here)
[00:04.63] I'm tryna get you high, girl (codeine, codeine)
[00:06.43] I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
[00:08.12] I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
[00:09.97] I'm tryna get you fly, girl (codeine, codeine)
[00:11.43] (Codeine, codeine)
[00:12.93] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
[00:16.54] Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
[00:19.98] Secured the bag, it was Goyard
[00:21.75] Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
[00:23.49] Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
[00:25.15] Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
[00:26.10] Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
[00:28.77] All I said was facts, yeah
[00:30.48] Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
[00:33.99] Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
[00:37.51] I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
[00:41.03] I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah
[00:44.57] Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
[00:48.06] You never seen what I seen, yeah
[00:49.77] I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
[00:51.52] Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
[00:55.04] Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
[00:56.73] Chanaynay pillows, my room, yeah
[00:58.48] You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah
[01:02.01] Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
[01:03.76] Eat it up, every drop, yeah
[01:05.28] Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
[01:08.83] You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor
[01:12.39] I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck
[01:15.86] They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
[01:19.27] Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome
[01:23.02] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
[01:26.58] Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
[01:29.98] Secured the bag, it was Goyard
[01:31.79] Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
[01:33.51] Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
[01:35.21] Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
[01:37.03] Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
[01:38.80] All I said was facts, yeah
[01:40.57] Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
[01:44.02] Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
[01:47.54] I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
[01:51.95] Ballin', I keep my composure
[01:53.60] She fuck with me for exposure
[01:55.31] Drivin', V-12 my motor (skrrt)
[01:56.94] They gon' 'member my name when it's over
[01:58.91] Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy (yeah)
[02:00.65] Had to put on for my country (yeah)
[02:02.42] Pourin' codeine in my tummy (yeah)
[02:04.28] Wipe your nose like it's runny (slatt)
[02:05.91] No opp block, sippin' on bubbly
[02:07.73] Pluto my twin like Dudley (Dudley)
[02:09.43] I'm on the win like Rocky (yeah)
[02:11.14] Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky (yeah)
[02:12.92] Certified G, I ate my fists
[02:14.75] Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit
[02:16.49] Drive in my city, top down, no tints
[02:18.10] Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic
[02:19.98] Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
[02:21.68] Ridin' with a .30 clip under my gut
[02:23.46] Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
[02:24.94] When I die, my sister gon' benefit
[02:26.69] I ain't G.D., but I'll take care, plenty folk
[02:28.75] Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
[02:30.41] Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats
[02:32.19] Everyday, I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap
[02:33.16] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
[02:36.62] Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
[02:40.03] Secured the bag, it was Goyard
[02:41.84] Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
[02:43.68] Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
[02:45.34] Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
[02:47.19] Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
[02:48.84] All I said was facts, yeah
[02:50.64] Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
[02:54.19] Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
[02:57.69] I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
[03:01.95]
[00:02.93] I'm tryna get you fly (Wheezy outta here)
[00:04.63] I'm tryna get you high, girl (codeine, codeine)
[00:06.43] I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
[00:08.12] I'm tryna get you fly (codeine, codeine)
[00:09.97] I'm tryna get you fly, girl (codeine, codeine)
[00:11.43] (Codeine, codeine)
[00:12.93] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
[00:16.54] Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
[00:19.98] Secured the bag, it was Goyard
[00:21.75] Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
[00:23.49] Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
[00:25.15] Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
[00:26.10] Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
[00:28.77] All I said was facts, yeah
[00:30.48] Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
[00:33.99] Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
[00:37.51] I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
[00:41.03] I put it on, when I put it on, I'm stackin' it high, I'm stackin' up neat, yeah
[00:44.57] Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah
[00:48.06] You never seen what I seen, yeah
[00:49.77] I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
[00:51.52] Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
[00:55.04] Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
[00:56.73] Chanaynay pillows, my room, yeah
[00:58.48] You couldn't ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I'ma pop, yeah
[01:02.01] Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah
[01:03.76] Eat it up, every drop, yeah
[01:05.28] Designer, my drugs, designer, my jeans, designer, way down to my socks, yeah
[01:08.83] You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an impostor
[01:12.39] I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck
[01:15.86] They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
[01:19.27] Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy, everyday, I still feel awesome
[01:23.02] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
[01:26.58] Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
[01:29.98] Secured the bag, it was Goyard
[01:31.79] Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
[01:33.51] Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
[01:35.21] Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
[01:37.03] Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
[01:38.80] All I said was facts, yeah
[01:40.57] Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
[01:44.02] Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
[01:47.54] I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
[01:51.95] Ballin', I keep my composure
[01:53.60] She fuck with me for exposure
[01:55.31] Drivin', V-12 my motor (skrrt)
[01:56.94] They gon' 'member my name when it's over
[01:58.91] Back of the 'Bach, I'm comfy (yeah)
[02:00.65] Had to put on for my country (yeah)
[02:02.42] Pourin' codeine in my tummy (yeah)
[02:04.28] Wipe your nose like it's runny (slatt)
[02:05.91] No opp block, sippin' on bubbly
[02:07.73] Pluto my twin like Dudley (Dudley)
[02:09.43] I'm on the win like Rocky (yeah)
[02:11.14] Balenci' my socks, I'm cocky (yeah)
[02:12.92] Certified G, I ate my fists
[02:14.75] Brand new foreign, look fire with no kit
[02:16.49] Drive in my city, top down, no tints
[02:18.10] Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic
[02:19.98] Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took
[02:21.68] Ridin' with a .30 clip under my gut
[02:23.46] Multiple mortgages, I ain't payin' no rent
[02:24.94] When I die, my sister gon' benefit
[02:26.69] I ain't G.D., but I'll take care, plenty folk
[02:28.75] Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
[02:30.41] Wheezy outta here, more waves than boats
[02:32.19] Everyday, I'm fresh, I'm sellin' soap
[02:33.16] Stella McCartney, I'm drippin' on swag, and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave
[02:36.62] Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah
[02:40.03] Secured the bag, it was Goyard
[02:41.84] Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts
[02:43.68] Spent a lil' quarter, went push-start
[02:45.34] Checked my persona, that's a new Ferrari
[02:47.19] Tellin' the truth, never lied to you
[02:48.84] All I said was facts, yeah
[02:50.64] Fresh Dior off the runway, bought a gun store on a Sunday
[02:54.19] Hit the switch on a Glock .40, my young niggas want bodies
[02:57.69] I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah
[03:01.95]