Slae Birkin by Lil Slae Lyrics

[Verse]
My hoes don’t do that chit-chat
Just broke her back like Kit Kat
I'm on some other shit, you not like that
.45 leave you paralyzed
Yo' manz not Fendi, he be lyin'
Took a hoe to that lil private island
Got a lil check, I feel like my name Weiland
Yeah, yeah
Twin Glocks finna take yo' life
Yo' bitch finna blow me like dandelion
That lil white hoe wanna do a line
Who you talm bout?
Do you realize?
My bitch on Instagram and she live
Beep
Her boyfriend stinky
Okay, go say bye
Yeah I love that check, it come and go
I make it back like ten times
I'm a genius, Elon
I'm finna do TED Talks
Choppa hit you from behind, it’s gay
I spent like five racks on my fucking Ye
I let them pistols hang, try me, they red
I done ghosted her and shit, she don't give head
I don't know you bro, the fuck out my page
I done dropped a lil check
My bank callin' hacks
Okay
Prada, D&G, too many racks
Uh
My bitch wanna run, she wanna flex
(let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Chorus]
Birkin bag
Birkin bag
Fendi bag
Fendi bag
You ain't gang, no, no, you cannot hang
In a Honda, that hoe can't switch lanes

[Outro]
Birkin Birkin Birkin Birkin
Fendi Fendi, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Yeah