[Intro]
Wet, that was a wet burp (Ayy-ayy-ayy)
Yeah, ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent, n***a, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know (You know), you know (And you know, hey)
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know (Yeah, I know, I know, I know, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Yves Saint Laurent, n***a, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Yeah, uh, ayy, yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, back and forth inside a twisted lifestyle
All your friends are dead or in a cage
If I had an answer for you right now (Right now)
Yeah, it would be you and me out here tryna get paid, yeah

[Verse]
Fuck wrong with a n***a? Gettin' too greedy
I pick up the pieces and cut it all through the middle
My n***a, we started off in a building, okay
Good flow, good face, call, tryna put a ho in a race car
And a bullet hole in the competition 'cause I gotta get it, n***a, Lameboy
Same story, new n***a right here, right, we don't do what they doin' (Right)
I don't mix Henny with the drink, n***a, I was ready when I came through
I had to call a buddy for a fix back when I was buggin', playin' with the sticks
Now it's money over bricks, now it's hunnids over shit (For real)
Now I'm really with the shit (Yeah)
Top dollar for my rottweilers and a couple millis for my bitch
Put the paraphernalia in a stick
Burn it 'til that mothafucka rip
Oh, you want a problem? N***a know I got it
Know a couple homies who will co-sign it
N***a one on one me I don't mind it
[Pre-Chorus]
Tryna do a new mothafucka a favor (Why?)
Get up out my way 'less yo' boo wanna say somethin'
Boy, you just a goofy and this ain't a playhouse
I need that YSL and that Louis

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent, n***a, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Yves Saint Laurent, n***a, Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could probably take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, back and forth inside a twisted lifestyle
All your friends are dead or in a cage
If I had an answer for you right now
Yeah, it would be you and me out here tryna get paid

[Outro]
Fuck wrong with a n***a? Gettin' too greedy
I pick up the pieces and cut it all through the middle
My n***a, we started off in a building, okay
Good flow, good face, call, tryna put a ho in a race car
And a bullet hole in the competition 'cause I gotta get it, n***a, Lameboy
Same story, new n***a right here, right, we don't do what they doin' (Right)
I don't mix Henny with the drink, n***a, I was ready when I came through
I had to call a buddy for a fix back when I was buggin', playin' with the sticks
Now it's money over bricks, now it's hunnids over shit
Now I'm really with the shit (Now I'm really with the shit)