Style Rare (Feat. Gunna)

VS stone Sit back, scroll one Pull up, Rolls truck I'm rocking the rose one I'm platinum 'n' stones I'm out having stones, yeah I'm still going chrome, yeah I got that shit on, yeah I got that shit on now They peep how your style rare A 50 on eyewear I see through the skies, yeah I spend every time Look at they faces, they all stare 10,000 a dime Play with these racks, I'm a ball player Float like a butterfly, Lambo' The V I take her shopping, the pair of the Cs You see my popping, they staring at me This ring, it cost me a heroin, a key I told my dentist to carat my teeth We rocking the Bottega V This Margiela 2003 Push start it, you know I ain't lease, baguettes I'm cool on her, I'm the catch She do what I say, she gon' fetch I'm in this shit without regrets Just me in my coupe, ISS I drip when I walk, I'm possessed This rose look good on my flesh These Rolls-Royce back to back, yes I'm floating on that shit like a jet ski Come on, a bitch can't text me In Florence, Dubai next week She chocolate, she like Nestlé Got broccoli, pockets is healthy Binoculars and they Balenci What the lick read? I'm tryna make 200 Ms please 100, walk 'round with ten of these VS stone Sit back, scroll one Pull up, Rolls truck I'm rocking the rose one I'm platinum 'n' stones I'm out having stones, yeah I'm still going chrome, yeah I got that shit on, yeah I got that shit on now They peep how your style rare A 50 on eyewear I see through the skies, yeah I spend every time Look at they faces, they all stare 10,000 a dime Play with these racks, I'm a ball player Won't trade my team, I could never be a traitor Like raiders we ball, never thought they would raid us Young Gunna 'bout to drop, I'm in labor Been putting in this labor, I ain't asking for favors Dropping me a smash, smash potatoes Fucking on bae, got her ass tangled No interviews, ask me later Like Takeoff, I rather be rich than famous, yes Might go cop Jojo the Patek I'm known to be cool and collect My diamonds and gold in a chest, a Damier Louis V chest Put it on, I can go Damier, RIP Virgil, he gave me the credit Ten years from now, look back on this shit and I promise I'm doing my best That growth, they see as iconic Let's go, let's count up this money Good loaf, the bread and the butter Good toast, now ain't that ironic I'm digging in her pussy and throat, and she hate when I go, she hooked on like phonics I float, I'm smoking on this chronic These diamonds hit when it's sunny VS stone Sit back, scroll one Pull up, Rolls truck I'm rocking the rose one I'm platinum 'n' stones I'm out having stones, yeah I'm still going chrome, yeah I got that shit on, yeah I got that shit on now They peep how your style rare A 50 on eyewear I see through the skies, yeah I spend every time Look at they faces, they all stare 10,000 a dime Play with these racks, I'm a ball player