In My Stussy’s lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, it's us
Pew, pew-pew-pew (Hmm)
Go, go (Hmm)
Go, go (Hmm), slatt, woah
Go, go, woah, woah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ten times ten, I just got that on a sheet of paper
I just put up all-yellow like vanilla wafers
Tryna tell your b*tch 'bout me, you can't save her
If it's 'bout Ben Frank, pull up suit and tie like Craig Sager
All my hoes on ten, movin' 'em out to Vegas just like the Raiders, ooh
Pew, pew-pew-pew, yeah, slatt, okay (Wow)
Rearrange his face, think it's sweet, we gon' handle it (Yeah)
f*ck her from the back, mess it up, I'm gon' damage it (Yеah)
I don't wanna talk, I want top and I need it (Shut up)
We will not show up anywhere 'til wе receive it (Brr)
She know I'm too fly, she believe it (Woo)
And I'm on that jet kickin' up, eatin' Reese's (Go)
Put a million cash in a safe for my nieces
All we do is buy every time, don't do leases (Ew)
Five hundred thousand for my truck, ooh, Jesus

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & Vince Staples]
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't break a sweat over pus*y (Slatt)
Lit up in this b*tch, can't nobody overlook me (Lit)
My b*tch so bad and her pus*y talk, whoop me (Go)
Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
And I'm outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes, ayy)
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Bae with no ass shots, get your ass shot
Tryna play on the back block, he a mascot
Every day, I'ma cash out, I don't brag 'bout what I got
'Cause the feds watch, on your headtop
If she thick like some dreadlocks, she can gawk-gawk
I don't dance, but I pop locks, we can go flock
Go shop in a n*gga crib, where you n*ggas live?
In the set with a hundred TECs, but I'm innocent
I be lawyered up, big G's, Hoya cuz
Big dawgs on them pups, drive-bys, buckle up
I buy what I want
You n*ggas broke, but that's okay with me (That's okay)
It stay with me, don't play with me
I cannot Maybelline (Can't make it up), uh

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I don't break a sweat over pus*y (Slatt)
Lit up in this b*tch, can't nobody overlook me (Lit)
My b*tch so bad and her pus*y talk, whoop me (Go)
Brother in the trap with them gold bars, Whoopi (Brr)
Everything slaps, soft go like a cookie (Slap)
And I'm outside, hundred thousand in my Stussys (Yes, yes)
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