"STYLIST" lyrics
(Wh-what the fuck?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Slatt)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Oh my God)
She wanna fuck with me 'cause I got my bands up (Slatt)
She wanna rock with me 'cause I rock like Manson (Rock like Manson)
She ain't gettin' what she want, she throwin' a tantrum (Throwin' a tantrum, yeah)
Girl, I get [?], but not my swag, yeah (Swag)
I made a hundred today, still got a hundred to make, oh my God
Nigga, see he talkin' 'bout the gang, nigga, we spinnin' your block, oh my God
Diamonds, they come out the lake, these niggas' jewelry fake, oh my God
Think it was KKK, how youngins swingin' the Drac', what the fuck?
Nigga gon' tell me I'm different, but they don't even see me the same, so fuck it, I'm switchin' the lane
I'm tryna kill it, I'm tryna get rid of this pain, so I need a whole lot of drank
Told me he bangin', and, boy, you ain't even in the game, that boy don't even got no stain
If they make me nervous, I keep my a tool like I'm Ratchet & Clank
Bitch, I'm notorious, I am Big Poppa
Where I'm from, you gotta keep you a chopper
Run up on me and you get hit with heart-stopper
High school days, I had the dump in my locker
Know I got bands, hakuna matata
Painted my nails, I'm going pure rocker
I got the finest shit all 'cross the roster
I'm fuckin' fine shit all 'cross the water (Slatt)
Feel like I'm racing this bitch (Slatt)
Nigga, I live so goddamn fast, I might need a break from this shit (Skrrt)
Yeah, when it's my turn, make sure you recordin' 'cause, boy, I've been waitin' for this (Let's go)
She know I'm a rockstar, I go hardcore, and she want me to blow her a kiss (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Slatt)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Oh my God)
She wanna fuck with me 'cause I got my bands up (Slatt)
She wanna rock with me 'cause I rock like Manson (Rock like Manson)
She ain't gettin' what she want, she throwin' a tantrum (Throwin' a tantrum, yeah)
Girl, I get [?], but not my swag, yeah (Swag)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Slatt)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Oh my God)
She wanna fuck with me 'cause I got my bands up (Slatt)
She wanna rock with me 'cause I rock like Manson (Rock like Manson)
She ain't gettin' what she want, she throwin' a tantrum (Throwin' a tantrum, yeah)
Girl, I get [?], but not my swag, yeah (Swag)
I made a hundred today, still got a hundred to make, oh my God
Nigga, see he talkin' 'bout the gang, nigga, we spinnin' your block, oh my God
Diamonds, they come out the lake, these niggas' jewelry fake, oh my God
Think it was KKK, how youngins swingin' the Drac', what the fuck?
Nigga gon' tell me I'm different, but they don't even see me the same, so fuck it, I'm switchin' the lane
I'm tryna kill it, I'm tryna get rid of this pain, so I need a whole lot of drank
Told me he bangin', and, boy, you ain't even in the game, that boy don't even got no stain
If they make me nervous, I keep my a tool like I'm Ratchet & Clank
Bitch, I'm notorious, I am Big Poppa
Where I'm from, you gotta keep you a chopper
Run up on me and you get hit with heart-stopper
High school days, I had the dump in my locker
Know I got bands, hakuna matata
Painted my nails, I'm going pure rocker
I got the finest shit all 'cross the roster
I'm fuckin' fine shit all 'cross the water (Slatt)
Feel like I'm racing this bitch (Slatt)
Nigga, I live so goddamn fast, I might need a break from this shit (Skrrt)
Yeah, when it's my turn, make sure you recordin' 'cause, boy, I've been waitin' for this (Let's go)
She know I'm a rockstar, I go hardcore, and she want me to blow her a kiss (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (What?)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Slatt)
Girl, you can be my everything, yeah, but you can't be my stylist (Oh my God)
She wanna fuck with me 'cause I got my bands up (Slatt)
She wanna rock with me 'cause I rock like Manson (Rock like Manson)
She ain't gettin' what she want, she throwin' a tantrum (Throwin' a tantrum, yeah)
Girl, I get [?], but not my swag, yeah (Swag)
