Ysl!

Imma go stupid as shit
Imma go dumb as hell
I’m looking fly as hell
Bitch I got on YSL!
They way I drip like this
Bitch you see nobody else
Imma go take my laps
Yea they call me Michael Phelps
Imma go stupid as shit
Imma go dumb as hell
I’m looking fly as hell
Bitch I got on YSL!
They way I drip like this
Bitch you see nobody else
Imma go take my laps
Yea they call me Michael Phelps
Yea

Yea my lil bro on my some boss shit
Yea he makin all this money only profits
He can never take an L make no losses
Baby I can’t give you time, you not worth it
For me
OH NO
I can’t talk to lil shorty cuz she like SOHO
Asked her ‘where you wanna eat ?’
She like “AB! Can we go to SOHO?”
You too fancy for my ass yea I gotta go

I just hit that bitch up I need consolation
She did type to see the stars read the constellations
She said, I want to know your time and your birth location!
Oh baby I can’t make you mine you’re just too complicated

How can I let go of the part we will conversating
Really you been on my mind, you my inspiration
Every time I write a song I wish you would listen
Don’t like dwelling on the past I’m not trying to save it
When I’m home alone at night I try not to cave in
I’ve been hurting ever since we had those conversations,
When you told me that you want me but you had conditions

YEA
Imma go stupid as shit
Imma go dumb as hell
I’m looking fly as hell
Bitch I got on YSL!
They way I drip like this
Bitch you see nobody else
Imma go take my laps
Yea they call me Michael Phelps
Imma go stupid as shit
Imma go dumb as hell
I’m looking fly as hell
Bitch I got on YSL!
They way I drip like this
Bitch you see nobody else
Imma go take my laps
Yea they call me Michael Phelps

Yea yea ahh ah yeah yeah ah yeah