"Tartan" lyrics
EsDeeKid & Fimiguerrero Lyrics
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui, o—)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted (O—)
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
I'm way more than a artist
I'll bust the pack and then half it (Bow)
I'm a baller, I just kick with her (Kick)
Then I flip her off and then pass it (Golazo)
I'm a sick fuck, can't mask it
"More champagne?" Yeah, thank you for askin' (Great)
I just take drugs 'til I'm retarded
Cali', I'm barkin', mixed with the smell of Dior on my armpits (Okay), yeah, yeah
Come 300 up like a Spartan
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Yeah)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted (Yeah, yeah)
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Yeah; okay)
Come through bossed up like I'm Caesar
Bally on face and a blacked-out Beamer
Can't see me in the cut, John Cena
So many packs, you would think I'm a dealer
Sip too long that I can't get fevers
Stepped in me Air Force, left in Arenas
Outfit change on the day, I'm a genius
Can't get enough, I'm waist-deep in her femurs, femurs (Okay, yeah, yeah)
She said I'm addictive just like heroin (Heroin)
I'm the furthest thing from celibate
Kidda, I'm sneaky, ain't left no evidence
Don't chat shit if your name's not relevant
Got a bad bitch, and she came from Lebanon
Pop these pills, come blue like Everton
Just got stains on my LV letterman, letterman, letterman (Okay)
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
Okay
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui, o—)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted (O—)
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
I'm way more than a artist
I'll bust the pack and then half it (Bow)
I'm a baller, I just kick with her (Kick)
Then I flip her off and then pass it (Golazo)
I'm a sick fuck, can't mask it
"More champagne?" Yeah, thank you for askin' (Great)
I just take drugs 'til I'm retarded
Cali', I'm barkin', mixed with the smell of Dior on my armpits (Okay), yeah, yeah
Come 300 up like a Spartan
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Yeah)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted (Yeah, yeah)
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Yeah; okay)
Come through bossed up like I'm Caesar
Bally on face and a blacked-out Beamer
Can't see me in the cut, John Cena
So many packs, you would think I'm a dealer
Sip too long that I can't get fevers
Stepped in me Air Force, left in Arenas
Outfit change on the day, I'm a genius
Can't get enough, I'm waist-deep in her femurs, femurs (Okay, yeah, yeah)
She said I'm addictive just like heroin (Heroin)
I'm the furthest thing from celibate
Kidda, I'm sneaky, ain't left no evidence
Don't chat shit if your name's not relevant
Got a bad bitch, and she came from Lebanon
Pop these pills, come blue like Everton
Just got stains on my LV letterman, letterman, letterman (Okay)
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
Come 300 up like a Spartan (Gang)
Balenciaga in Tartan (Yee)
The waiter beggin' my pardon
I'm in Paris, La Mangerie, remember back home I was starvin' (Oui)
I'm bad at maths, I just charted
Can't let the opps rest in their casket (Okay)
Okay
Writer(s): Wraith9, Fimiguerrero, Mb Reeks
