Ysl lyrics

[Intro]
(Maybe something with vampires?)
(One and only)
Yeah, let's go
Ha, ha, yeah (Is that Eliesg?)
Ha, ha, yeah
Yeah, oh, oh

[Chorus]
sh*t I rock, sh*t not for sale
This sh*t YSL
Yeah, my twin goin' for that kill (Pfft)
Thumbin' through racks for real
She don't f*ck wit' you, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's so easy to tell
I don't rock fake sh*t, nah, hell nah (Hell nah)
Young n*gga, I'm too real
Sixteen when I signed first deal (Yeah)
Y'all n*ggas can't relate
I was in classroom, countin' up cake (On God)
Pfft, f*ck it, dropped out next day
Ho like, "6, why you so rude?"
Told my gang, "We gon' be okay"
Yeah, it's a lot of sh*t on my plate
f*ck that ho once, but the b*tch can't stay here (Ooh, yеah, yeah)
[Verse]
Yeah, this how life go
Twin ball out likе Kobe, yeah, yeah, this lil' Glock hold 24
Ask this bih' what she tryna eat, yeah, Benihana's all she know
I'm tryna feed this ho my children, get my nut, and then I go
I take Adderall, and mix it wit' my drank, and sip that slow
It's so hard for me to tell you how to feel, to let you know
It's a part of me that care too much, I had to let sh*t go
Sip biology, feel it in my arteries, yeah (Yeah)
She want all of me (Yeah), this b*tch she want all of me (Yeah), yeah
Got this college ho', said she f*ck with all my beats, yeah
Too much knowledge ho', I'm too rich, I can't rap beef wit' ya
I been on a roll, n*gga run up, he duckin' heat, n*gga
I just hopped out that Rolls, t-two freak ho's on me, they both scissor
All that talkin' bro, n*gga want smoke, we turn that boy to Swisher
Huh, n*ggas they act like b*tches, go figure
Huh, ever since first grade, been the GOAT, n*gga

[Break]
(f*ck you, 600), yeah
(Woah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Woah)
(This sh*t I rock, sh*t not for sale)

[Chorus]
sh*t I rock, sh*t not for sale
This sh*t YSL
My twin goin' for that kill (Pfft)
Thumbin' through racks for real
She don't f*ck wit' you, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's so easy to tell
I don't rock fake sh*t, nah, hell nah
Young n*gga, I'm too real
Sixteen when I signed first deal (Ooh)
Y'all n*ggas can't relate
I was in classroom, countin' up cake (On God)
Pfft, f*ck it, dropped out next day (Dropped out next day)
Ho like, "6, why you so rude?"
Told my gang, "We gon' be okay"
Yeah, it's a lot of sh*t on my plate
f*ck that ho once, but the b*tch can't stay here (Yeah, yeah)