Stella McCartney - NAV, Future

I’m tryna get you high, girl I’m tryna get you fly

I’m tryna get you fly, I’m tryna get you fly, girl

Stella McCartney, I’m drippin' on swag, and I swear it’s a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah

Secured the bag, it was Goyard

Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter, went push start

Checked my persona, that’s a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth, never lied to you

All I said was facts, yeah

Fresh Dior off the runway

Bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

I put it on, when I put it on, I’m stackin' it high, I’m stackin' up neat, yeah

Drinkin' on muddy, I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet, yeah

You never seen what I seen, yeah

I got codeine, yeah, on me, yeah

Givin' you something to see if you never seen it when it’s elite, yeah

Bales like pillows for ghost, yeah

Chane'-ne' pillows, my room, yeah

You couldn’t ruin my swag, I do it with no effort, you know I’ma pop, yeah

Soon as I spill it, they mop, yeah

Eat it up, every drop, yeah

Designer my drugs, designer my jeans, designer way down to my socks, yeah

You gotta match up to my fly, I can’t get caught with an imposter

I can go back in my archive, I have these bitches starstruck

They perpetrate my whole life, I know this shit feel awful

Even though I’m ridin' with my glizzy, every day I still feel awesome

Stella McCartney, I’m drippin' on swag, and I swear it’s a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah

Secured the bag, it was Goyard

Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter, went push start

Checked my persona, that’s a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth, never lied to you

All I said was facts, yeah

Fresh Dior off the runway

Bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah

Ballin', I keep my composure

She fuck with me for exposure

Drivin' V12, my motor (Skrr)

They gon' 'member my name when it’s over

Back of the back, I’m comfy

Had to put on for my country

Pourin' codeine in my tummy

Wipe your nose like it’s runny

No opp block, sippin' on bubbly

Pluto my twin like Dudley

I’m on the win like Rocky

Balenci my socks, I’m cocky

Certified G, I ate my fists

Brand new foreign, look fye with no kit

Drive in my city, top down, no tints

Walk in, red carpet, gotta pose for a pic'

Tricks up my sleeve, got bitches on took

Ridin' with a 30 clip under my gut

Multiple mortgages, I ain’t payin' no rent

Wanna die, my assistant gon' bend her fist

I ain’t GD but I’ll take care of plenty folk

Crack in the truck, got plenty coke

Wheezy outta here, more ways than boats

Every day I’m fresh, I’m sellin' soap

Stella McCartney, I’m drippin' on swag, and I swear it’s a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer, gon' hop in the foreign, goin' and goin' to space, yeah

Secured the bag, it was Goyard

Stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter, went push start

Checked my persona, that’s a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth, never lied to you

All I said was facts, yeah

Fresh Dior off the runway

Bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock 40, my young niggas want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist, and I never keep the receipts, yeah