Vetements Jeans

Lyrics: Denizlpsevv Music: Deniz Sevki Yeah Huh? What? (Ayy, what?) (That be Maaly Raw) Lil Uzi Uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with a bag N, they be mad, 'cause I'm walking with the cash Pull up in a Lambo', did the digi' dash Asian b7 beside me, VETEMENTS on my a** I ain't hit the lick, but I'm wearing my black mask, yeah Walking with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah VETEMENTS-VETEMENTS jeans, put your stylist right on blast Once I fu*k your b7, know you can never get her back (Yeah) I said, "How we boming?", "How you coming?" B7, we popping tags You know how we boming, how we coming, big a** Birkin bags SRT, Daytona, doing don**s, and I'm popping flats Shoutout to her owner, I cum on her, and I'm sellin' s*x Give me head, diploma, I'm a loner, I'm all by myself Gotta keep it on me, Draco on me, gotta protect myself I'm copping the pink Mary, yeah-yeah, drove here by myself Better call the paramedics, yeah-yeah, get the hit b7, just by myself (That be Maaly Raw) Twenty nine, sixteen, yeah-yeah, yeah, we made that by ourselves Got a blick in my jean, yeah-yeah, I could pop it by myself I'm popping beans, yeah-yeah, I keep touching on myself I'm off the E-E, yeah, I been touching on myself (Okay) Doin' that m***y by myself (Okay), doin' that m***y by myself (Okay) Doin' that m***y by myself (Okay), doin' that m***y by myself (Yeah) I move weight up out the gym (Yeah) Pull up in a Lambo' with no license, Lil' Kim Blowing up your block like my name was Little Kim (Kim Jong Un) I just fu*ked a thot and I got that sh*t on film (Thot) I just seen her body, yeah, uh Yeah, 308, yeah-yeah, Heaven's Gate, huh-huh He gon' see it, huh-yeah, best believe it, yeah Send some prayers, huh, yeah, he gon' need it, huh, yeah He gon' need it, huh, yeah, send him to Jesus, huh, yeah Fifty bullets, huh, yeah, have him bleeding, huh, yeah (That be Maaly Raw) Space Coupe, huh, yeah, Justin Bieber, huh I just popped a blue, uh, uh, got me leaning, uh We like Jay and Nas, we be popping bars Look like rockstars, my b7 wanna mosh She s*ck Carti fast, told that b7 to slow me Me and Carti, yeah, huh, we like AP, Rollie Uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with a bag N, they be mad, 'cause I'm walking with the cash Pull up in a Lambo', did the digi' dash Asian b7 beside me, VETEMENTS on my a** I ain't hit the lick, but I'm wearing my black mask, yeah Walking with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah VETEMENTS-VETEMENTS jeans, put your stylist right on blast Once I fu*k your b7, know you can never get her back (Yeah)