Acne by Lil Slae Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We really got sticks, for real
Couple bands get you killed
Plain Jane, it’s on chill
Glocks on kill mode
These Chanel shoes can’t tip toe
White hoe on me like Rick’s coat
Hop up in this whip, hoe
But you can’t take no pics, though
I got them blues like Lilo (and Stitch)
Countin’ big Lays, Frito (Chips)
Big sticks just like Jill, though (Sticks)
Yo’ hoe wanna make a film, though (Flicks)
Walk up inside and I’m Rick Owens steppin’
Ramones, yeah, Ricks, yeah
Lil bro just really be telling cause he broke, and he bitch, yeah
And I got these bands from clicks, yeah
And I got these bands, licks, yeah
Ran that shit up quick, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, I’m a lick, yeah
I’m a lick, yeah, with a Patek Philippe
Tell ‘em “Bring me that piece”
I got a big ol’ Moncleez
Big sneaks, yeah
Bitch, please
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got them racks on me
Feel the Perc in my backbone
You gotta test sum
You ain't finna shoot that .44
I'm pushing the Tesla
And I still got that (N)ine on
And I still got the 9 on me
I don't give a fuck if you not proud of me
[Verse 2]
I’ma wear that Moncler any weather
You copped a chain but my diamonds wetter
XD hit you
XD squirt like ketchup
I'm at the top, just me
Lil buddy can't catch up
I'm at the top, can't see down
I'm at the top, can't see
I'ma go hit your bitch now
Giving me throat, can't breathe
I make money at the crib, yeah
See them digits on my screen
I need that girl I saw there, think her last name is Sweeny
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got them racks on me
Feel the Perc in my backbone
You gotta test sum
You ain't finna shoot that .44
I'm pushing the Tesla
And I still got that (N)ine on
And I still got the 9 on me
I don't give a fuck if you not proud of me
[Verse 3]
I hop in that Rolls Royce, and I feel just like the Prince
She ride dick like pogo, tryna take off my Acne jeans
Motherfuckers want no smoke, like weed give anxiety
Sipping Tec, not coke, no
While I'm pushing the Trackhawk Jeep
I got all these goddamn options, and it's just me
Girly pockets, big green, it can't stay in
Mix that Akorn, Fanta, Wockhardt in the same lean
These lil dudes all the same, they like a default skin
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got them racks on me
Feel the Perc in my backbone
You gotta test sum
You ain't finna shoot that .44
I'm pushing the Tesla
And I still got that (N)ine on
And I still got the 9 on me
I don't give a fuck if you not proud of me
We really got sticks, for real
Couple bands get you killed
Plain Jane, it’s on chill
Glocks on kill mode
These Chanel shoes can’t tip toe
White hoe on me like Rick’s coat
Hop up in this whip, hoe
But you can’t take no pics, though
I got them blues like Lilo (and Stitch)
Countin’ big Lays, Frito (Chips)
Big sticks just like Jill, though (Sticks)
Yo’ hoe wanna make a film, though (Flicks)
Walk up inside and I’m Rick Owens steppin’
Ramones, yeah, Ricks, yeah
Lil bro just really be telling cause he broke, and he bitch, yeah
And I got these bands from clicks, yeah
And I got these bands, licks, yeah
Ran that shit up quick, yeah, yeah
Uh huh, I’m a lick, yeah
I’m a lick, yeah, with a Patek Philippe
Tell ‘em “Bring me that piece”
I got a big ol’ Moncleez
Big sneaks, yeah
Bitch, please
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got them racks on me
Feel the Perc in my backbone
You gotta test sum
You ain't finna shoot that .44
I'm pushing the Tesla
And I still got that (N)ine on
And I still got the 9 on me
I don't give a fuck if you not proud of me
[Verse 2]
I’ma wear that Moncler any weather
You copped a chain but my diamonds wetter
XD hit you
XD squirt like ketchup
I'm at the top, just me
Lil buddy can't catch up
I'm at the top, can't see down
I'm at the top, can't see
I'ma go hit your bitch now
Giving me throat, can't breathe
I make money at the crib, yeah
See them digits on my screen
I need that girl I saw there, think her last name is Sweeny
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got them racks on me
Feel the Perc in my backbone
You gotta test sum
You ain't finna shoot that .44
I'm pushing the Tesla
And I still got that (N)ine on
And I still got the 9 on me
I don't give a fuck if you not proud of me
[Verse 3]
I hop in that Rolls Royce, and I feel just like the Prince
She ride dick like pogo, tryna take off my Acne jeans
Motherfuckers want no smoke, like weed give anxiety
Sipping Tec, not coke, no
While I'm pushing the Trackhawk Jeep
I got all these goddamn options, and it's just me
Girly pockets, big green, it can't stay in
Mix that Akorn, Fanta, Wockhardt in the same lean
These lil dudes all the same, they like a default skin
[Chorus]
Yeah, I got them racks on me
Feel the Perc in my backbone
You gotta test sum
You ain't finna shoot that .44
I'm pushing the Tesla
And I still got that (N)ine on
And I still got the 9 on me
I don't give a fuck if you not proud of me