Just L - GIVENCHY (feat. Big Money Gus)

I ain't wifin' no bitch
Look at this water, this ice on my wrist
Walk in the room and I look like a lick
Aye
Whole lotta gang shit
I never cuff a bitch (I never) (no,no)
These bitches they choose you know what I do
I let my brother hit (I let my bro, bro, bro)
Tired of Christian Dior I had to put on
Some other shit (drippy, drippy, drippy)
This bag is Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy)
And it got a gun in it (it gotta bow, bow, bow)
So please do not tempt me I dump til it's empty
And bust off another clip
Ugh I ain't wifin' no bitch
Look at this water this ice on my wrist
Walk in the room and I look like a lick
I'm on the passenger's side
Laying back seat on recline, putting my feet up
Shorty be loving to ride all I gotta do is sit back and roll all the weed up
Look at the drip, Look at the jewelry
We going viral, this is a movie
Shorty be loving the style, the way I be dripping it down but nigga don't do me
Shorty is bool she cool with the clique
She spinning around and swinging her hips
Shortly be, shorty be, shorty be cool with taking the dick, aye
I never cuff a bitch (I never) (no,no)
These bitches they choose you know what I do
I let my brother hit (I let my bro, bro, bro)
Tired of Christian Dior I had to put on
Some other shit (drippy, drippy, drippy)
This bag is Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy)
And it got a gun in it (it gotta bow, bow, bow)
So please do not tempt me I dump til it's empty
And bust off another clip
I never cuff her
Pop Smoke, nut right on her cover
Snapchat, never gave her my number
Get the treesh then send her to my brother
Oh, oh
Smith and Wesson 44
Got her asking how my pants so tight but you can't see the pole
I done ran through 30 bands and I just, just came home
Seen a bum nigga rocking Dior, I'm like they ain't yo clothes
Left my ex bitch for keeping tabs on me, Girl, you ain't parole
Seen a broke nigga with a bad bitch like they ain't yo hoes
No
My bag is Givenchy I'm a monster I got on all of this Fendi
I fuck her good, I get all in her kidneys
Hit her like Griffey
Now she say I'm the one like I'm Penny
All she want is a blunt and some Henny
The money counter say a hundred and fifty
Can never switch up on the gang cuz they with me
So please do not tempt me I dump til it's empty (oh oh)
I never cuff a bitch (I never) (no,no)
These bitches they choose you know what I do
I let my brother hit (I let my bro, bro, bro)
Tired of Christian Dior I had to put on
Some other shit (drippy, drippy, drippy)
This bag is Givenchy (Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy)
And it got a gun in it (it gotta bow, bow, bow)
So please do not tempt me I dump til it's empty
And bust off another clip
Aye
I never cuff a bitch
Oh
I never cuff a bitch

Written by:
Glorious Landrum, Lawrence Day

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