Vetements by August Marquis Lyrics

VERSE 1 AUGUST MARQUIS
Bullets beatin like percussion
No
I can't be yo husband
Copped the hoodie with the fucking birds
That say something in russion
Pull up on yo corner
Me and c hop out its us bitch
Up the fucking chopper go no russian
No luck bitch

VERSE 2 CAELUM
No luck bitch
Four leaf clover in my tea on jet to london
Shawty fit ass fat she do lunges
Shit ain’t sweet with mark the milk like honey bunches
She jumping she sucking her knees they looking busted
Disgusting discuss it discussion
She eat this dick like custard she rushing oh lord
Yeah i beat the pussy up got these punches
Money talk mine be fussing oh lord
HOOK AUGUST MARQUIS
I pop shit off like a veteran
She gon tuck marq like a reverend
You dont get money its evident
Trunk on me long like an elephant
Money too young its in neverland
Fuck on yo bitch like its heaven sent
I came up with vetements
I pop shit off like a veteran
She gon tuck marq like a reverend
You dont get money its evident
Trunk on me long like an elephant
Money too long its in neverland
Fuck on yo shit this shit heaven sent
I came up with vetements

VERSE 3 AUGUST MARQUIS
Yeah uh
Get popped
Drop lock
Bitch rock
Run it up
Young marq
Never stop
Young marq
On yo block
Fuck around and you get shot
Pussy nigga dont get guap
Running that shit
I dont ever stop