Stella McCartney歌词
作词 : AMIR ESMAILIAN/Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/Future
作曲 : AMIR ESMAILIAN/Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/Future
Future：
I'm tryna get you high I'm tryna get you fly
Wheezy outta here
I'm tryna get you high girl I'm tryna get you fly
I'm tryna get you fly I'm tryna get you fly girl
Future：
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 thе runway bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40 my young nigga s want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah
Future：
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 c*****e 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 d**gs 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 b*****s 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
Future：
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 nigga s want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah
NAV：
Ballin' I keep my composure she **** with me for exposure
Drivin' V-12 my motor Skrrt they gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the back I'm comfy Yeah had to put on for my country Yeah
Pourin' ******* in my tummy Yeah wipe your nose like it's runny Slatt
No opp block sippin' on bubbly Bubbly Pluto my twin like Dudley Dudley
I'm on the win like Rocky Yeah Balenci' my socks I'm c**ky 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 b*****s on took
Ridin' with a .30 clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages I ain't payin' no rent
Wanna die My assistant gon' bend her fist
I ain't G.D. but I'll take care plenty folk
Crack in the truck got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here more ways than boats
Everyday I'm fresh I'm sellin' soap
Future：
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 nigga s want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah
作曲 : AMIR ESMAILIAN/Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/Future
Future：
I'm tryna get you high I'm tryna get you fly
Wheezy outta here
I'm tryna get you high girl I'm tryna get you fly
I'm tryna get you fly I'm tryna get you fly girl
Future：
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 thе runway bought a gun store on a Sunday
Hit the switch on a Glock .40 my young nigga s want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah
Future：
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 c*****e 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 d**gs 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 b*****s 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
Future：
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 nigga s want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah
NAV：
Ballin' I keep my composure she **** with me for exposure
Drivin' V-12 my motor Skrrt they gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the back I'm comfy Yeah had to put on for my country Yeah
Pourin' ******* in my tummy Yeah wipe your nose like it's runny Slatt
No opp block sippin' on bubbly Bubbly Pluto my twin like Dudley Dudley
I'm on the win like Rocky Yeah Balenci' my socks I'm c**ky 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 b*****s on took
Ridin' with a .30 clip under my gut
Multiple mortgages I ain't payin' no rent
Wanna die My assistant gon' bend her fist
I ain't G.D. but I'll take care plenty folk
Crack in the truck got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here more ways than boats
Everyday I'm fresh I'm sellin' soap
Future：
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 nigga s want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah
