YSL

[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE]
YSL, YSL
Trap spot, over there
Ay, over there, over there, yeah
Ay, hunnid P up the stair, yeah

[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE]
Ay, pull up Porsche coup, yeah
Have the money hanging out the roof, ay
Moncler, Moncler, yeah
Ay, clarity on my L, yeah

[Verse 2: Blaze Servin]
Yeah, ice tray, Johnny Dang
Your bitch, she hit my nuts like Johnny Cage
She say "Boy, you so crazy", Martin Payne
Told her she can be my temptation like Eddie King

[Verse 3: Reese LAFLARE]
Sell a P, sell a P
Only want one, JaVale McGee
She went to Pepperdine, Pepperdine
Sell salt, molly, pepper and some clean

[Verse 4: Blaze Servin]
Yeah, two white girls named Molly and Penelope
Watch me work my wrist around, just check my recipe
Yeah, middle school, I used to rock a visor, G
They thought it was Mickey-D's
Nigga, check the drip on me
Outside in the coupe when I scooped your swoop
Ay, Glock and Prada bag kept my Prada shoes
At my grandma house, used to trap right off the stoop
Lame nigga, don't watch me, just go watch the news
Serve!

[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE]
YSL, YSL, yeah
Trap spot, over there, yeah
Ay, over there, over there, yeah
Ay, hunnid P up the stair, yeah

[Verse 5: Reese LAFLARE]
In the attic, they in the attic, yeah
Ay, I'm selling addies, I'm selling addies, yeah
Ay, need a address, I need a address, yeah
Ay, It's tax season and I'm taxing, yeah
Ay, W-2, file papers, hold up
Crocodile, alligator, yeah
Ay, one way, trap house on the one way
Paris fashion, we walking down the runway, yeah

[Verse 6: Blaze Servin]
All this blue ice on me like Sub Zero
Niggas stealin' sauce, well, I'm the drip hero
Put my own sauce in my noodles, I got all the flavor
Black coupe, red interior, slide just like Darth Vader

[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE]
YSL, YSL
Trap spot, over there
Ay, over there, over there, yeah
Ay, hunnid P up the stair, yeah

[Verse 7: Rome Castille]
Adidas with the Rafe Simmons and Chanel
Swervin' in the G wagon, wag a tail
Courtside at the games now, I know the players
I done shot like 30 shots off in that DM, I'm a player
Keep it player, ooh, wait though, I had to pop it
Little boy out the room yelling "Sam, you killing mommy"
Look like the Olympics 'round my neck, that my hobby
She just want to play with the ice like Cindy Crawford
Had to bust my young Philippe
Then I dipped her in McQueen
All designer now, she see the drip and I'll catch another body now
(I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up...)

[Chorus: Reese LAFLARE]
YSL, YSL
Trap spot, over there
Ay, over there, over there, yeah
Ay, hunnid P up the stair, yeah