"Stella McCartney" lyrics

[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

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 niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

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 codeine, yeah, on me, yeah
Givin' you something to see if you never seen it when it's elite, yeah
Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah
Chane'-ne' 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 drugs, designer my jeans, designer way down to my socks, yeah
You gotta match up to my fly, I can't get caught with an imposter
I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck
They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful
Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy, every day I still feel awesome

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 niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

[NAV:]
Ballin', I keep my composure
She fuck with me for exposure
Drivin' V12, my motor (Skrr)
They gon' 'member my name when it's over
Back of the back, I'm comfy
Had to put on for my country
Pourin' codeine in my tummy
Wipe your nose like it's runny
No opp block, sippin' on bubbly
Pluto my twin like Dudley
I'm on the win like Rocky
Balenci my socks, I'm cocky
Certified G, I ate my fists
Brand new foreign, look fye 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 bitches 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 GD but I'll take care of plenty folk
Crack in the truck, got plenty coke
Wheezy outta here, more ways than boats
Every day 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 niggas want bodies
I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah