Steel Banglez
The Elements
Shit, shit, look
She smell like Yves Saint Laurent
My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don
Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton
Saw her favorite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song
But everything she do is for the media
I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya
Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya
Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever
Got me looking eager
I only trust girls on days that Don't end with a Y
Don't ask why, you can't ever see trust
Catch up, you could never keep up
Wrist froze if I ever freeze up
You no say we flex and cheques so we like, like
You know she money, man, it's like you turned blind eye
Ooh, five bags that's a bad night
Ooh, we getting money now she like, like
Fucked her with the blindfold, she ugly like me
She no say nothin', she just thought I was a freak
You can get a crackin' when I see you on the streets
No like a nigga, you Don't want beef
You know that they do this for real, mama (for real mama)
You know that they catch and they kill, mama (mama)
You know that I'm feeling your style, mama (style mama)
You know we got a lot for the whole summer
She smell like Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent)
My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don (I feel like the Don)
Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton)
Saw her favourite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song (she feeling)
But everything she do is for the media (for the media)
I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya (I Don't need ya)
Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya (lead ya)
Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever
Got me looking eager
Remy in my cup got me seeing every peng ting twice
Now I'm feeling nice, no mixer, just ice
She said I'm too cold, baby, that's the ice
Free my niggas that are scrubs doing deals for the rice
You're taking pics but will you back the beef?
I'm a VIP, for real, with these stacks on me
Tryna beef with who I love, that's a catastrophe
'Cause we came up from the mud like it's Glastonbury
Fendi on my belt match my pretty brown miss
And my Henny's super red, that's some expensive brown piss
She said she wants tequila but I ain't about this
I Don't really drink Patron when I ain't around miss (ain't around miss)
And I hate makeup, that's your choice though (choice though)
Rest assured, you can't get up in this Royce though (no you'can't)
I'm up on all of my opps as far as points go
'Cause no one's copping what we're copping with this coin flow
She smell like Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent)
My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don (I feel like the Don)
Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton)
Saw her favorite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song (she feeling)
But everything she do is for the media (for the media)
I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya (I Don't need ya)
Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya (lead ya)
Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever
Got me looking eager
(Oh yeah)
(Ooh yeah)
(Got me dreaming like)
(Oh oh, oh oh)
(Oh oh, oh oh)
She smell like Yves Saint Laurent (Yves Saint Laurent)
My garms are from Italy, I feel like the Don (I feel like the Don)
Paris Fashion Week, I'm watching Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton)
Saw her favorite rapper, listen, now she feeling my song (she feeling)
But everything she do is for the media (for the media)
I might jock you for your bredrin, I Don't need ya (I Don't need ya)
Her exes always tryna follow, I'ma lead ya (lead ya)
Her body tight, she looking hot up like a fever
Got me looking eager
Steel Banglez
The Elements
Writer(s): Che Wolton Grant, Keven Wolfsohn, Pahuldip Singh Sandhu, Samuel Daley Montell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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