Drelli - TWPL lyrics

[Verse 1: Drelli] Ay, this b**h got a Xan in her system I'm in the back of an Uber, I'm double cup sippin' Baby my stans be Raf Simons Pianos, I'm heavily bussin' Trapping with keys in these APC jeans And this Maui I blow be designer Boof in the air and I'm hot as a sauna Ay ay, my n***as'll rob you, they not with the drama If she on her period I'm counting these commas My phone line is constantly chirping Finessing my old head for bread and it's working, ay [Hook: Drelli] Step to the left then I dab Dripped up in sauce when I pa** with my (n***as) Ay, leaving with shorty, she bad So tonight I cannot f** with you (n***as) Ay, designer my feet and my teeth made of gold Designer my weed, I'ma blow LORDFUBU my plug on the low (LORDFUBU pluggin on the low?) Yeah LORDFUBU plug me up for sure I drop the top with my (n***as) Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ay [Hook: Drelli] Step to the left then I dab Dripped up in sauce when I pa** with my (n***as) Ay, leaving with shorty, she bad So tonight I cannot f** with you (n***as) Ay, designer my feet and my teeth made of gold Designer my weed, I'ma blow I hate when white people yell [Verse 2: Warhol.ss] They like Warhol, bro what you been on? I been working on myself all alone Show me a pad for the summer Roll over n***as like Hummers Now roll over b**h, I'ma [?] Might f** on your sister I never did kiss her but her lips were soft as some tissue She knew ‘bout pen over pencil But my foreign ho made the prophecy [?] Blow me a bag through the roof, lord I feel like I'm speed racing Pink p**y pretty, I'm sure to taste it Green in my ‘wood and I'm sure to face it She threw it back and I'm sure to take it She talkin' ‘bout what she seen but she stay on the scene Can't f** with b**hes like that Booty so fat with a tat And I'm flat so my n***as you know we don't lie [Outro: Drelli] Ay, this b**h got a Xan in her system I'm in the back of an Uber, I'm double cup sippin' Baby my stans be Raf Simons