vestiaire

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Ooh) Woah (Ooh-ooh, ooh, ah-ah) Ah-ah, ah-ah, uh-huh (Exquisite) [Chorus] Sixteen-hunnid dollar denim, Rick Owens on my ass Hell no, I don't shop at the mall on Vestiaire, I'm poppin' tags I wan' fuck, boy, I can't date no bitch, I hit and send her back Off of a hunnid-sixty milligrams of Oxy' and some 10's Shit, it's probably why I'm slurrin' my words up Push the pedal to the floor and start some shit you ain't heard of Some of my brothers got revolvers, some got rifles, get burned up No, you can't forget the body, throw that bitch in the furnace [Verse] When we need coca', lean, and pills, call my burner I used to be broke, I had no hustle, but I learned some How it's 2025 and you still broke? Lil' boy, go earn some Fuck an Android, I got money, use an iPhone as my burner, woah-woah I put this shit on my belt, Balenci' on my hoodie I don't fuck my fans, nah, I'm not into groupies Why did that stay in your pocket? Boy, I know you won't squeeze You was talkin' hella tough, when we pulled up, why'd you scream? Bih [Chorus] Sixteen-hunnid dollar denim, Rick Owens on my ass Hell no, I don't shop at the mall on Vestiaire, I'm poppin' tags I wan' fuck, boy, I can't date no bitch, I hit and send her back Off of a hunnid-sixty milligrams of Oxy' and some 10's Shit, it's probably why I'm slurrin' my words up Push the pedal to the floor and start some shit you ain't heard of Some of my brothers got revolvers, some got rifles, get burned up No, you can't forget the body, throw that bitch in the furnace