YSL by Trill Sammy Lyrics

Driving with no seat belt, I skrt off V12
Only want the big gas from the top shelf
Oh, and if that bitch bad I fuck her myself
Since I count up big bands, boutta YSL

All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL

Come through on some air force 1s I feel like Nelly
Pull up on your bitch put dick all in her belly
All this cash on me I just came here to spent it
She see hundreds on me, well look bitch I got plenty

Oh I know you feel it
Still up counting benjis
Brought my bitch in the kitchen
Double cup lean I'm sipping
And my fanta yeah
Fucking her on camera
No I got stamina
I might just run up a check, uh
Bad lil model bitch I fuck and forget, uh
I don't got time to roll it
I'm one of a tec
Paid came in, I got him off
Jump in the coupe and take off
Driving with no seat belt, I skrt off V12
Only want the bag gas from the top shelf
Oh, and if that bitch bad I fuck her myself
Since I count up big bags, boutta YSL

All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL

Brand new YSL
Dope up on the scale
Pack gon' sell itself
Brand new YSL
Dope up on the scale
Pack gon' sell itself

But these hundreds not gon count itself
Water on me like I'm Michael Phillips
And I'm in the deep end
Think I'm in too deep cause she want to be friends

Fuck her in the suite, I'm having shit my way
Ain't not hotbox, drop the top off on the highway
And the coupe it park itself I'm in the driveway
This backwood ain't spark itself, I'm about to fly away
Driving with no seat belt, I skrt off V12
Only want the bag gas from the top shelf
Oh, and if that bitch bad I fuck her myself
Since I count up big bags, better YSL

All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL
All my air force 1s look like YSL