Comme Des Garçons (feat. Pi’erre Bourne)

(Gren8)
(IanoBeatz)

[Lil Tracy]
Ooh, this bitch so bad, I might just fuck without a strap
We got all the racks, we doin' shows back to back, hold up
Comme des Garçons, yeah, I'm drippin', that's just facts (I'm drippin')
Lost some of my bros, I'd sell my soul to get 'em back
My new bitch make me sick
My old bitch on my dick
My side bitch way too thick
And your bitch liked my pics (Yeah)
My white bitch got fake lips
She still can't get no kiss
I'm a rockstar, baby, I'm lit
I'm signin' bitches' tits (Okay)

I been on the road, I been on the road (I been on the road)
Fuckin' different hoes, fifteen K a show (Fifteen K a show)
Can't even trust my bros, gotta stay on my toes (Gotta stay on my toes)
Ten racks for my clothes, I could style you, bro
I been on the road, I been on the road (I been on the road), yeah
Wiz Khalifa shit, I been blowin' O's (I been blowin' O's), yeah
You can keep this bitch, I don't love no ho (I don't love no ho)
Yes, I'm freakin' rich, just got a hundred more (Okay)
Baby, I know you want a nigga with some racks
I'ma take your pretty ass right down to Saks
I'ma break the fuckin' bank then break your back

Ooh, this bitch so bad, I might just fuck without a strap
We got all the racks, we doin' shows back to back, hold up
Comme des Garçons, yeah, I'm drippin', that's just facts, hey
Lost some of my bros, I'd sell my soul to get 'em back
My new bitch make me sick
My old bitch on my dick
My side bitch way too thick
And your bitch liked my pics, yeah
My white bitch got fake lips
She still can't get no kiss
I'm a rockstar, baby, I'm lit
I'm signin' bitches' tits

[Pi'erre Bourne]
Ayy, she wanted me to take her out, ayy (Out)
I'ma just get it to go, hey (Go)
Meet her at her house, hey (House)
Puttin' my dick in her throat, ayy (Throat)
She wanna fuck right now, ayy (Now)
Makin' her take it off, wait (Off)
She wanna be around, hey ('Round)
She wanna see us grow (Grow)
I'm in the hood with my Rollie
Feel like Mitch for real, wait (Mitch for real)
Serena, Venus (Yeah), tennis bands, wait
I play with them racks, yeah (Yeah)
I play with my plaque, yeah (Yeah)
That's a platinum plaque, yeah (Yeah)
Roll up on that rat, yeah
Shit was bad (Yeah) like I'm sad (Yeah)
Ain't no way in hell, yeah, I'm goin' back (Yeah)
I'll be damned if I let 'em ruin that (Yeah)
Hop on the Instagram, now she in my pad (Yeah)
My nigga doin' scams, he got all the cash (Yeah)
Swiper, no swipin', I just blew a bag (Yeah)
My flight in the a.m., vacuum seal that (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to fly to France, do you wanna tag?

[Lil Tracy]
Ooh, this bitch so bad, I might just fuck without a strap
We got all the racks, we doin' shows back to back, hold up
Comme des Garçons, yeah, I'm drippin', that's just facts, hey
Lost some of my bros, I'd sell my soul to get 'em back
My new bitch make me sick
My old bitch on my dick
My side bitch way too thick
And your bitch liked my pics
My white bitch got fake lips
She still can't get no kiss
I'm a rockstar, baby, I'm lit
I'm signin' bitches' tits, okay