Off White VLONE Lyrics By Lil Baby
(Run that back, Turbo)
Shopping spree for fun
She did Saint Laurent
Alexander, Laurent
Private flight to Milan (‘Lan)
Ice VV’s (Ice, ice)
Ice VS1’s (VS1’S)
Off-White, VLONE, 1’s
Foreigns parked on my lawn
Them 40’s come, we jump
I like my bitches blonde
Wockhardt gimme the runs
Don’t none of my hoes wear Uggs
If you go on a hit, you can’t call off
Nah, hoe, we can’t raw dog
Off Percs and X, can’t nod off
If I call you the plug, can’t fall off
Coupe from outer space
Trust me, I’m ok (I’m ok)
Buy HI-TECH paint by the case
You can tell that’s Chanel by the lace
You can tell it’s a bale by the weight
Gazelle, you could see I got cake
I’m a young boss, I can cut a **** pay
Smash, I don’t never use the breaks
She asked me for cash, are you serious?
New car Fast and the Furious
Spend a big bag on Amiris
I got a big bag, that’s period
My name hold weight, I’m superior
Took her to Gucci, I’m serious
Gotta suck dick on your period
You can’t say “No,” I ain’t hearin’ it
Shopping sprees for fun
She did Saint Laurent
Alexander, Laurent
Private flight to Milan (‘Lan)
Ice VV’s (Ice, ice)
Ice VS1’s (VS1’S)
Off-White, VLONE, 1’s
Foreigns parked on my lawn
Them 40’s come, we jump
I like my bitches blonde
Wockhardt gimme the runs
Don’t none of my hoes wear Uggs
If you go on a hit, you can’t call off
Nah, hoe, we can’t raw dog
Off Percs and X, can’t nod off
If I call you the plug, can’t fall off (Baby)
Drippin’ out in France
Shoppin’ when we land
Made a stop in Punta Cana, shawty keep her body tan
Went to Magic last week, we prolly fucked up 40 bands
Get ’em flipped, I really can
Bitch, I’m the shit, hoe, fuck your man
In Dior, they call me Mr. Baby, they know who I am
BB belt hold up my pants, Louis pouch hold a FN
Big Balenci’s, I don’t care for fashion, do it ’cause I can
VLONE Forgiato rims, white tee-shirt, Amiri Timbs (Yeah)
Shopping sprees for fun
She did Saint Laurent
Alexander, Laurent
Private flight to Milan (‘Lan)
Ice VV’s (Ice, ice)
Ice VS1’s (VS1’S)
Off-White, VLONE, 1’s
Foreigns parked on my lawn
Spent six hundred eatin’ lunch (No cap)
Got tired of Honey Buns (Damn)
Smokin’ by the ton (Aye)
Give a fuck about my lungs (Aye)
She suck me sloppy, put my lil’ babies on her tongue
In the hotel lobby, got a Glock on me with a drum (Yeah)
Half a mil in jewelry, got a quarter in my safe (Yeah)
She don’t ask me nothing, put my main bitch in her place
Take her shopping, I got good taste (Good taste)
I approve her fit of the day
You ain’t goin out like that, no way (No)
I drip too hard every day (Drip)
Shopping sprees for fun
She did Saint Laurent
Alexander, Laurent
Private flight to Milan (‘Lan)
Ice VV’s (Ice, ice)
Ice VS1’s (VS1’S)
Off-White, VLONE, 1’s
Foreigns parked on my lawn
Them 40’s come, we jump
I like my bitches blonde
Wockhardt gimme the runs
Don’t none of my hoes wear Uggs
If you go on a hit, you can’t call off
Nah, hoe, we can’t raw dog
Off Percs and X, can’t nod off
If I call you the plug, can’t fall off (Turn up)
