PSL Pumpkin Spice Latte by The Sriracha Gang Lyrics
[Hook]
Vineyard Vines and boxed wine
Aye, your girl she fine
I mix my loud with pumpkin spice
My homies know I'm livin' nice
[Verse 1: Chairman]
Money fall like leaves, blowin' all these trees
Underground rapper killin' beats, it's a murder scene
I'mma put a forty on my wrist, feel like Young Thug
I'mma sip my liquor in this bitch lookin' pissed off
Snapchattin' money emojis like bitch pay me
Put that on my Instagram, this bitch crazy
Motherfucking dogs wanna bark but I bite back
Put you in recycling bins 'cause you some white trash
Got Stolichnaya by the bottle, six shots
Tell 'em take an Uber to the party, six thots
California Gold in my swisher, eyes bloodshot
Try and fuck with me? I'm from Philly like fuck that, uh
Go and tell 'em put a North Face on
I stay cool but I like my girls warm
And I like my girls foreign, and I like my cars foreign
And I like my drinks pourin', like
[Hook x2]
[Post-Hook]
Bitch I'm trippin' in the fall, playin' in the leaves
I got my PSL heated to the third degree
[Verse 2: Yung Glutton]
Gave your girl a cold brew, now she caffeinated
Twerkin' all up in my living room
Said she major in communications, got me like "Cool."
Now she talkin' with her body language, I be like, "Oh!"
Wait...
Sriracha Gang bangin' on speakers
We hungry, Chipotle with double carnitas
Your girl hasn't left since she came here last weekend
I bought her a pumpkin spice latte, oh Jesus
Coolest kid in my Hebrew school
Sippin' manischewitz in my kiddie pool
Pause that lemme wrap it up
Pour that Sunset Blush in my coffee cup, ah
[Post-Hook]
[Hook x2]
[Post-Hook]
Vineyard Vines and boxed wine
Aye, your girl she fine
I mix my loud with pumpkin spice
My homies know I'm livin' nice
[Verse 1: Chairman]
Money fall like leaves, blowin' all these trees
Underground rapper killin' beats, it's a murder scene
I'mma put a forty on my wrist, feel like Young Thug
I'mma sip my liquor in this bitch lookin' pissed off
Snapchattin' money emojis like bitch pay me
Put that on my Instagram, this bitch crazy
Motherfucking dogs wanna bark but I bite back
Put you in recycling bins 'cause you some white trash
Got Stolichnaya by the bottle, six shots
Tell 'em take an Uber to the party, six thots
California Gold in my swisher, eyes bloodshot
Try and fuck with me? I'm from Philly like fuck that, uh
Go and tell 'em put a North Face on
I stay cool but I like my girls warm
And I like my girls foreign, and I like my cars foreign
And I like my drinks pourin', like
[Hook x2]
[Post-Hook]
Bitch I'm trippin' in the fall, playin' in the leaves
I got my PSL heated to the third degree
[Verse 2: Yung Glutton]
Gave your girl a cold brew, now she caffeinated
Twerkin' all up in my living room
Said she major in communications, got me like "Cool."
Now she talkin' with her body language, I be like, "Oh!"
Wait...
Sriracha Gang bangin' on speakers
We hungry, Chipotle with double carnitas
Your girl hasn't left since she came here last weekend
I bought her a pumpkin spice latte, oh Jesus
Coolest kid in my Hebrew school
Sippin' manischewitz in my kiddie pool
Pause that lemme wrap it up
Pour that Sunset Blush in my coffee cup, ah
[Post-Hook]
[Hook x2]
[Post-Hook]