OFF THE HENNY

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Dior, Louis, Gucci, Hermes. Prada, Fendi
Asking whats my problem, I got plenty
Always steady tripping off the Henny
All these hoes on my dick, it’s way too many
Time to fuck the summer up with this new shit (new shit)
Got a Birkin bag, it’s for my new bitch (new bitch)
I’m on fire like la flame, man I’m too lit (yeah, yeah)
I’m a giant in New York, feel like two six (Saquon)

[Verse 1]
Hurdle over anybody coming in my way (what)
Always strapped with the controllers, man I came to play (what)
Always faded, any time, night and day (uh)
Try to shoot me down, I can’t be fazed
Skrt off when I get the coupe
Gotta run it back, lemmе go for two
Calling up the plays, from the start to end
Hit it from thе back, then I fucked her friend (ooh)
I’ma hit her back in the morning
The way my reign is coming, I’ll be storming
Going faster in the foreign, your shit is dormant
Damn my AP going psycho, I feel like Norman
Ballin like I’m Bronny and Amari
In the fumes, see me roll up in the ‘Rarri
Woke up like a shoota, Playboi Carti
One and done on these hoes, man I feel like Calipari (yeah)
Move in silence, stay moving private
Slept on a PJ, woke up on an island
Smoke exotic, man this shit is timeless
I be rolling loud at rolling loud in a mosh pit
Bitches hating on me since a youngin’
Never bothered me, but now they gonna start to think it’s funny, how I’m rolling
But look at the Rollie
Hit you in the dome, two four’s like I’m Kobe (yeah)

[Chorus]
Dior, Louis, Gucci, Hermes. Prada, Fendi
Asking whats my problem, I got plenty
Always steady tripping off the Henny
All these hoes on my dick, it’s way too many
Time to fuck the summer up with this new shit (new shit)
Got a Birkin bag, it’s for my new bitch (new bitch)
I’m on fire like la flame, man I’m too lit (yeah, yeah)
I’m a giant in New York, feel like two six (Saquon)

[Verse 2]
I’ma keep on going higher, man I do what I desire, I don’t know nobody flyer than me (uh)
Making hits like Mark McGwire, while I’m dripped out in designer, head to toe Balenciaga, my dream
Brand new everything, I’m the top shotta
I ain’t one with the beefing or with all the drama
But this the first chapter of the saga
Calling me your dad, but I swear I’m not your father (no)
You can hit my line if you want to
But I ain’t promising I’ll hit you back, don’t get confused (nah)
Now you out here saying that you wrong for me
Always see it on the side, popping on the feed (yeah)
I can hit in on the low
I ain’t coming back, so I’ll hit it on the go
Always stay in that mode

[Chorus]
Dior, Louis, Gucci, Hermes. Prada, Fendi
Asking whats my problem, I got plenty
Always steady tripping off the Henny
All these hoes on my dick, it’s way too many
Time to fuck the summer up with this new shit (new shit)
Got a Birkin bag, it’s for my new bitch (new bitch)
I’m on fire like la flame, man I’m too lit (yeah, yeah)
I’m a giant in New York, feel like two six (Saquon)