"ss" lyrics

Huh [x19]

Promethazine, huh
Lean, huh
Codeine, huh
Keep starin yeah I'm parking yea yea I'm leanin
I chopped the top off the Mclaren yea this ain't no Lamborghini
My white hoe got big tits she remind me of Sydney Sweeney
Sydney Sweeney
Sydney Sweeney
I rock this stick like it's a purse yea my choppa swingin'
Like Sydney Sweeney my stick havin' titties underneath
Like Sydney Sweeney my bitch titties big like double d's
Emergency
Emergency
Shawty just threw it back she tryna hurt me (Yuh yuh)
Yuh shawty just threw it back she tryna birth one
But I'm way too rich, yea, for this bitch, no, I can't birth nun'
My swag way too sick I need IV, yuh, yuh
C's in my pocket but we throwin' B's over here
I got designer habits
I got designer habits
I can't stop
I was fuckin on yo' bitch in my Rick Owens socks
I was fuckin on yo' bitch in my Rick Owens socks
I was fuckin on yo' bitch in my Rick Owens socks
I was fuckin on yo' bitch in my Rick Owens socks
My Rick Owens socks
My Rick Owens socks, yuh

I'm off the G6
They don't know what the fuck I'm talking bout the pill or the plane
Iced out my mouth, went Alex Moss
Don't know nothin' bout Johnny Dang
I got unlimited jewelry I put that X on my chain
She got unlimited pussy I'm bout to fuck her for hours
Switched up my flow, he can't keep up
That boy career goin' sideways
Paris Fashion Week she wanna fuck at the Eiffel Tower
Paris Fashion Week, a model hoe bout to get devoured
She said she like my aesthetic, I'm like yea hoe Balenci on me ready
If I fuck with you, then we locked in, yuh
We dreaded
She fuckin with me, yuh, she rubbing, yuh her hands through my dreads
I ain't repeating shit after I speak, bitch I meant what I said
I can buy 15 Richard Millies, why would I cop a Rolex? (Cop a Rolex)