FLEEK

Uh, YSL tag on my tee (this t-shirt) Balenciaga, my feet (my kicks) No cap, I'm really on fleek (on fleek) No rap, I'm still on my G's (my G's) I doubt you really a P, nigga Bite my swag for a week (for a week) You'll probably get a bag for the price of a feat' Aye, need me a karat (a karat) Only way they gon' know I'm established (I'm established) Pass the phone to my bitch for my caption (and get dumped) Pass the phone to his clique when he cappin' (ew, joke) That boy a goofy, loosies Yeah, I'm still humble but check out the blue cheese (cheese) Yeah, I want head but I'm feelin' the coochie (straight up) Yeah, they still hatin', it ain't nothin' to me (why?) I spent a whole lot of begs on denim (denim) Put pain on his verse, I don't feel him (huh?) Why he act like a bitch, huh? Talkin' 'bout opps, ain't nobody tryna kill him (hell nah) Double Lamb in the car, I don't even wanna spin 'em This a real banana clip, I don't even wanna peel 'em Came up with the drip, I don't think I could spill (no, no, no, no) It's 20K for my face in the buildin' Walk in the spot with a, ooh, pass me the boof I'm with a boo, promise this hoe, keep on touchin' my jewels He got no money, and she want the money So, she gettin' horny right off of the blues I got it on me (on me) Every link on my body a trophy, nigga You do not know me (hell nah) Better watch your bop, lil' homie She tryna come to the streets Uh, YSL tag on my tee, uh (this t-shirt, nigga) Balenciaga, my feet (these kicks) No cap, I'm really on fleek (fleek) No rap, I'm still on my G's (g's) I doubt you really a P, nigga Bite my swag for a week You'll probably get a bag for the price of a feat' Ayy, bag for the price of a feat' Mike Dimes big G, seven Os on me (hold on) Yeah, fettucine, Mardi Gras with a model She bad but don't think she a three (I don't think) I be thumbin', thumbin', thumbin', get to the green Count a hunnid, hunnid, hunnid, don't use machines You be chasin' pussy? Don't be comin' to me (huh?) I be runnin' from it, got too many on me (why?) I got bags for sale, go and crack the seal Y'all be gassin' junky niggas just 'cause they smack a bell Promise they whack as hell, I don't like none of these niggas In the same bracket as all of these niggas (shut up) I don't even wanna talk to these niggas (no) I'ma sit in silence, countin' my figures (yeah) Payin' bitches just to be in they captions No cap, no lie (no lie), I can't be with them guys (why) (Niggas be suckin' dick, so they get on their knees) No cap, no lie (no lie), I can't be with them guys (why?) (I charge a whole lick for two-point-five) No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys (why?) (Know they all the same with a whole lotta guys) No cap, no lie, I can't be with them guys (Bitch nigga, I be fuckin' your wife) No cap, no lie I got YSL tag on my tee And Balenciaga, my feet That's no cap, I'm really on fleek No rap, I'm still on my G's I doubt you really a P, nigga