YSL (feat. Trippie Redd)

Oh, steppin' up in YSL just like I'm Thugger (Damn)

Let me tell my brother, ain't no undercover

(Alright, he ain't under)

(Are you ready, kids?)

Oh, YSL just like I'm Thugger, oh Thugger

(Why I feel, why, why I feel, why I feel, can't you tell?)

If he touch my brother, if he touch my brother

Aye, aye, uh

Steppin' up in YSL, just like I'm Thugger (Feel ya)

Fourteen hundred choppas if you touch my brother (Feel ya)

Speed up on the hoe it's Rush Hour just like Chris Tucker (Feel ya)

Pussy **** he's too sweet we call that boy a sucker (A pussy)

We call that boy a sucker (Pussy)

Uh, fuck your bitch, I take her down like Brian Pumper (Oh yeah)

Pray that **** bulletproof, my shawty got the pump (He wanna bulletproof)

That hoe ain't my type boy, oh, I can't even fuck her (Okay, yeah)

I can't even fuck her (Hey)

If you up it, better buss it (Better buss it)

I been countin' guap, pussy boy it ain't nothin'

(It ain't nothin', why)

Ay, ooh I swear that it ain't nothin', aye

(Girl I'm alright)

Yeah, it ain't nothin' to be stuntin', ay

Ooh, swear these **** undercover (Undercover, yeah)

I just want my guap, my cheese and butter (My cheese and butter)

Screamin' R.I.P. my brother (She raise, yeah)

I fucked your bitch last night, think I love her

(Think I love that little bitch)

Yeah, and I swear these **** suckas (Ooh yeah)

(**** suckas, **** suck)

Actin' like my diamonds all in clusters (Actin' like, actin' like)

If your bitch come through know that I bust her (Bust out)

Rolex on my wrist know that I buss it (Bust out)

And your bitch pussy wide open

Aye, yeah, I caught the head, I was wide open, aye

Hail Mary, bitch, I'm wide open

Talk down, I bust your head, bitch, wide open, yeah

(Are you ready, kids?)

Steppin' up in YSL, just like I'm Thugger (Feel ya)

Fourteen hundred choppas if you touch my brother (Feel ya)

Speed up on the hoe it's Rush Hour just like Chris Tucker (Feel ya)

Pussy **** he's too sweet we call that boy a sucker (A pussy)

We call that boy a sucker (Pussy)

Uh, fuck your bitch, I take her down like Brian Pumper (Oh yeah)

Pray that **** bulletproof, my shawty got the pump (He wanna bulletproof)

That hoe ain't my type boy, I can't even fuck her (Okay, yeah)

I can't even fuck her (That hoe ain't my type)

Steppin' up in YSL, just like I'm Thugger

Fourteen hundred choppas if you touch my brother

Speed up on a hoe it's Rush Hour just like Chris Tucker

Pussy **** he's too sweet we call that boy a sucker

We call that boy a sucker

Uh, fuck your bitch I take her down like Brian Pumper

Pray that **** bulletproof my shawty got the pump

That hoe ain't my type boy, I can't even fuck her

I can't even fuck her