Lyrics:
spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYS in the stock room, that's the name, make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, that's a cheap
Don't buy the car, we want the lot (skrt skrt)
I need everything in stock (stock)
Act pints in the attic
Pussy niggas putting on an act (act)
Fucked
sorry I meant it (right now)
Stock paint, stock rims, clear windows, put the Forgis on it, then I tint it
Car goin' too fast, so fast, real engine leave
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
don't even approach her
Disguise yourself, go buy a costume
I am making stocks work while you working stock rooms
Ugh, and I was praying I would drop
clothes, pretty ass toes
Oh, how I love these pretty ass hoes
Pretty ass, high class, anything goes
Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty ass 'bows
Long
We make the club jump every time we walk in this bitch
Yea, we shining. You can tell my niggas is rich
Rozay and Patron at my throne, women at my
Don't need no television
Don't need no movie stars
Don't need custom private planes
Don't need no politicians
Don't need no stocks and bonds
Don't
oder neunter Stock (wouh)
Ich hab Gin and Juice in mei'm Glas
Mondopazzo hat den Wagen wie ein Hurensohn geparkt
Ah, mein neuer Porsche schluckt 'n
(CMG)
Them three letters
Kayla worth like 20 mil'
Maria worth a dubb
So you don't need no OnlyFans, and you don't have to work in clubs (ever)
Your
a costume
Spray a little extra perfume
YEEZYs in the stock room, that's the name
Make the stock boom
Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500
That's
the car seat
Got these hoes nervous, I can spit it to their heartbeat
Super valid anytime I link Khaled (woo)
Platinum plaques hang on every wall in my
A Black ass nigga in a Red Phantom
I might be ugly, but my car handsome
I might can't dance, but my rims can
Hit the break, Urt, Scurt-rims dancin'
We make the club jump every time we walk in this bitch
Yea, we shining. You can tell my niggas is rich
Rozay and Patron at my throne, women at my
inna mi clothe
And di gyal dem overload
Ganja smoker blow
Mi friend dem for a club
When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road
When wi touch di
droppin
Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out
Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it
Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin down in
Every time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they pointin'
They like damn
They pointin', they
in cars with no tags
When we balling! - I'm from the apartments, started with all of
it
Different day same clip, so close I can't miss
Tity, Flip,
back to the tub
If you hungry, I stock, grab what you want, I give you salt baths in the tub
I make your arch back, live it up, go check the car facts,
I'm drunk, I need assistance
Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
I lost my car, what happened?
These drunk tunes got me trippin'
Take
first bars I spit
Was dedicated to a Crenshaw legend
That's church, like you heard it from the reverend
Rollin' up my next one, stock rag-top '57 Bel
ghetto girls, you know I love em
I'm not yo husband, no I don't trust him
My Bimmer stock, the Impala's custom
No I don't rush em, no introductions
She
arm
Run in your crib pop your Mom
Like, "bitch, where the stocks and bonds?"
In the studio, you thug wanna block your calm
Tell a nigga I'm like
ON THAT YAK IN THE CLUB
I'M OFF THAT YAK IN THE CLUB
IN THE BACK OF THE CLUB
I'M OFF THAT YAK IN THE CLUB
YOU CAN FIND ME IN AH MUSCLE CAR
THE HARD
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