Hermés Freestyle

[Intro]
Whoa, whoa
I had way too much to drink, nigga

[Verse 1]
Gassin' up the Porsche, yeah that bitch she know
Pullin' out the driveway, that shit she want
Sleeping with her heels on, that bedsheet war
A nigga with the numbers, DaVinci code (i got it!)
Ice on, girl what I need a AC for?
Poppin' bitch, I can't do no scary hoe
Gassin' up the Porsche, yeah that bitch she know

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my Porsche, but my license is learners
He got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
Can't trust no bitch that don't know what a perm is

[Verse 2]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
'88 Stingray, I need that in two tone
Who this? A new phone, I don't got the roof on
Silk on but rap like I trap out the group home (I got it!)
And a nigga know I got it, so he gotta ask for it
Started from the bottom, but I hit that fast forward
I told the bitch "Runnin' through the life, go slow"
I told the bitch "Runnin' through this life, go pro"
I'm baggin' up the motherfucking ounce, nigga-oh
Crack dust on the Chanel fucking pouch, nigga-woah
And is that shit Off-White you got on, oh no
That's Saint Laurent, you should know better you hoe
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
Champagne for them bitches with the soft skin
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
I been flexin' on them niggas, it's exhausting
I'm swimmin' all in the money, you should know
On my own, ain't a nigga that I owe (facts)
A nigga dope, but be really never overdose
So hold me close, hold me close, hold me close
I'm in the way, nigga feel on my skin
And might just get a purse, it depends
Ain't looking for no love-girl I wanna friend
I told her first, "You should swallow, then repent"

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my Porsche, but my license is learners
He got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a perm is

[Verse 3]
Michael B. Jordan, with the B that's for Balmain
We not the same, 'till the penthouse in your name
She had went down on both knees, that's a amen
Eyes look Prussian, that pussy feel [?]
It's the S, the L, I'm poppin', can you tell?
A nigga from the gutter playing [Celine on Chanel]
My uncle used to sell the little baggies, yeah, I helped
My brother had it poppin' on the corner with his scale
Niggas just got on probation
Shoutout to the mandem, ayy
Pablo is my inspiration
Broke drug dealers can't understand them
Never let a fucking fuck-nigga talk reckless
Never let a fucking bitch nigga finish breakfast
Never choose a fucking Honda Accord over Lexus
The short sighted bitch tryna talk about perspectives
Niggas know how I get it done (crazy, crazy)
Nigga ballin' through the alley from the inbound
A fuckboy when he hit the ground
I celebrate like we just found a quarter-pound
The tempo is the tempo, ball (bounce that shit hard)
I been cold from the intro, ball (bounce that shit hard)
You see me poppin', now they wanna hover now
But suck my whole dick, I hope you make your mother proud

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my Porsche, but my license is learners
He got that bag-bag, we call that the furnace
Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a perm is

[Outro]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
'88 Stingray, I need that in two tone
Who this? A new phone, I don't got the roof on
Silk on but rap like a trap out the group home
A nigga know these niggas don't want no war
I got them other niggas poppin' on the floor
I tell them niggas all leave it alone
And niggas you don't want to wait here for long
Oh okay