FLEEK lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga on my feet (My keys)
No cap, I'm really on fleek (Yeah, yeah)
No rap, I'm still on my Gs (My Gs)
I doubt you really a P, n*gga
Bite my swag for a week (For a week)
You'll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat' (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Need me a karat (A karat)
Only way they gon' know I'm established (I'm established)
Pass the phone to my b*tch for my caption (And get dumped)
Pass the phone to his clique when he cappin' (Ew, joke)
That boy a goofy, loosies
Yeah, I'm still humble, but check out the bleu cheese (Cheese)
Yeah, I want head, but I'm feelin' the coochie (Straight up)
Yeah, they still hatin', it ain't nothin' to me
I spеnt a whole lotta bags on denim
Put pain on his versе, I don't feel him (Huh?)
Why he act like a b*tch, huh?
Talkin' 'bout opps, ain't nobody tryna kill him
Double Lamb' in the car, I don't even wanna spin 'em
This a real banana clip, I don't even wanna peel 'em
Came up with the drip, I don't think I could spill (No, no, no, no)
It twenty-K for my face in the buildin'
Walk in the spot with a, ooh, pass me the boof
I'm with a boo, promise this ho keep on touchin' my jewels
He got no money and she want the money
So she gettin' horny right off of the blues
I got it on me (On me), every link on my body a trophy, n*gga
You do not know me (Hell nah)
Better watch your bop, lil' homie, she tryna come to the streets
[Chorus]
Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (This t-shirt)
Balenciaga on my feet (My feet)
No cap, I'm really on fleek (Fleek)
No rap, I'm still on my Gs (Gs)
I doubt you really a P, n*gga
Bite my swag for a week
You'll prolly get a bag for the price of a feat' (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Bag for the price of a feat'
Mike Dimes big G, seven Os on me (Yeah, hold on)
Fettucine, Mardi Gras with a model
She bad, but on di*k, she a three (I don't think)
I be thumbin' thumbin', thumbin', get to the green
Count a hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, don't use machines
You be chasin' pus*y? Don't comin' to me (Huh?)
I be runnin' from it, got too many on me (Why?)
I got bags for sale, go and crack the seal
Y'all be gassin' junky n*ggas just 'cause they smack a bill
Promise they wack as hell, I don't like none of these n*ggas
In the same bracket as all of these n*ggas (Shut up)
I don't even wanna talk to these n*ggas (No)
I'ma sit in silence, countin' my figures (Yeah)
Payin' b*tches just to be in they captions
No cap, no lie (No lie), I can't be with them guys (Why?)
They be suckin' di*k so they get on their knees
No cap, no lie (No lie), I can't be with them guys
I charge a whole lick for two-point-five
No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys (Why?)
Know they all the same with a whole lotta guys
No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys
b*tch n*gga, I be f*ckin' your wife
No cap, no lie
[Outro]
I got YSL tag on my tee
And Balenciaga on my feet
That's no cap, I'm really on fleek
No rap, I'm still on my Gs
I doubt you really a P, n*gga