"Stole It From Us" lyrics

Okay
Pretty boy shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Goin' ghost (SossHouse)
Niggas can't hear me without a rose (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, ayy

Yeah, you got swag, but you stole it from us, uh (Bling, slime)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blatt (Blatt, blatt; woah)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Woah, woah, woah, slatt, slatt)
Shoutout my twin, he just poured me a yeah (Slatt, slatt, yeah)
Givenchy still got the tags (Yeah)
Spider goin' up, level turbo (Woo)
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
I got pink syrup in my cup, push the Ashton
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga

Ridin' in a Maybach, G19 on my lap (Baow, baow)
Hm, play with the gang and the stick go brrat, brrat, brrat, hm (Brrat, brrat, brrat)
Forty thousand in my Rick Owen slacks (Slacks)
I just bought me a G6, I'm turnt to the max, ayy (I'm turnt to the max)
I put money on your head and you get whacked (Whacked, whacked)
That's a rack, that's a rack, that's a rack, hm, hm (Yeah, that's a racky)
That's a rack, that's a rack, that's a rack, hm, hm (Rack, rack)
I'm so slime, I'm so slime, watch your back, hm, hm (Bling, bling, bling, blaow)

This that new YSL, bitch, it's only us (Slatt, slatt, slime)
Baguettes all on my neck got my heart cold as fuck (Slatt, bling, woah)
Don't talk when the drank come down, just shut up and pour it up (Woah, woah; bling slime)
She got two hands on my dick, she say my soul is took (She got two hands on my dick, yeah)
I pour Wock' and get high with my rounds (Yeah)
I love when I hit different cities (Woah)
'Cause it's nothin' but hate in my town (Woah, woah, woah)
I get high and I take a few pictures (Yeah)
Like I was just sittin' at the mound (Bling, bling)
My roster is filled up with different flavors, but I like my bitches brown (Woah, wow, wow, wow)
Inside of my cup like candy paint
My pockets filled up with dead faces
She spin around while that dick still inside, it look like she doin' ballet (Woah, wow, wow, wow)
I want a Rolex with the red face
My dick in her mouth, yeah, she lovin' the taste (Okay, come here)
Saint Laurent, Gucci, I'm havin' good taste (Hello)
The ho took a picture, got hit in the face (Hello)
She like my tattoos 'cause I'm hittin' her face (Shut up)

Yeah, you got swag, but you stole it from us, uh (Bling, slime)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blatt (Blatt, blatt; woah)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Woah, woah; slatt, slatt)
Shoutout my twin, he just poured me a yeah (Slatt, yeah)
Givenchy still got the tags (Yeah)
Spider goin' up, level turbo (Woo)
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah (Woo, woo, woo, skrrt)
I got pink syrup in my cup, push the Ashton
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga (Brrt, b-baow, baow, King Phønk, baow)

I seen niggas die just for tellin' a lie (Øway)
I seen niggas die just for tellin' the truth
Where I come from, nigga, jail or you die
Where I come from, niggas ready to shoot
Got your bitch at the spot and she tellin' you lies
Better not trust her, boy, whatever you do
She let me fuck 'cause I'm better than you
I get that pussy way wetter than you
This that YSL shit, screamin', "Fuck 12," shit
Put her in that new Chanel shit
You like how I smell, bitch
Oh, you walked out your cell, bitch? You know she for the streets
This that YSL shit, screamin', "Fuck 12," shit (Slatt)
You gon' need a helmet if you want some beef (Slatt)
I'm ridin' with two guns in the car, Jamien LaBlink
Two cups in the car, you know we pourin' lean (Slatt)
I come up too far just to play with a freak
You play with my heart, be ready to leave (Play with my heart, Øway)
You play with the squad, be ready to skee (We waitin' for a call, kick your up the street)

Yeah, you got swag, but you stole it from us, uh (Bling, slime)
Yeah, that's my bro, you get close, he gon' blatt (Blatt, blatt; woah)
Yeah, that's my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Woah, woah; slatt, slatt)
Shoutout my twin, he just poured me a yeah (Slatt, shoutout twin, yeah)
Givenchy still got the tags
Spider goin' up, level turbo (Woo)
Look at us cuttin' up, yeah (Woo, woo, woo, skrrt)
I got pink syrup in my cup, push the Ashton
I'm gon' spend it all before I die, ain't comin' back, nigga (No cap)