Lyrics YSL Cologne - MACKNED, Lil Tracy

YSL Cologne

Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks
Delete her number out ya phone, I’m just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)
Do you love that hoe?
Cause' I don’t think she love you back
She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back
40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass
I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass
That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad
That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks
Jump in the coupe, go that way
Rich lil nigga got RackAid
Seem like everyday payday
I don’t give a fuck what they say
They just talk like AK
If I have daughter, treat hr like Chief Keef do Kay Kay
Yeah, sippin on th goose, gettin' loose like Lil Boosie
Yeah, I’m hot and I’m drippin' like I jumped out a Jacuzzi
Okay, my wrist, and my bitch, man I swear they both is beauties
And my boys put in work, go check the shed they got them toolies (Yeah, yeah)
Rockstar, got these bitches showin' boobies (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I don’t give no fuck about a groupie (No, no, no, no)
My bitch a barbie, suck me up just like a smoothie
I might just go get that hoe some Lousie
Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks
Delete her number out ya phone, I’m just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)
Do you love that hoe?
Cause' I don’t think she love you back
She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back
40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass
I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass
That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad
That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks
(Ooh) Mackned hoppin' out the bankie
Why do I miss my Glock more than I miss my baby?
All this Balenciaga, I’m putting it on
Fucking this bitch like I’m trapped alone
You lookin' broke like you need a loan
I could make a milly off a microphone
Playin' with ya wifey like a xylophone
Mack gave up the Percocet and Styrofoam
It wasn’t helping me
Big bread and cheese
She so bad, I let her stand on my favorite sheets
Ain’t no playing with me, G-B-C, we playing for keeps
I got YSL Cologne but I’m walkin' round' in Fendi
I’ll jump inside ya home before my back account is empty
These niggas way too trendy
Your girl a Ugly Betty
I remember counting pennies, now I can’t be seen in Penneys
Yeah, YSL Cologne, you could say I smell like racks
Delete her number out ya phone, I’m just saying that bitch a nat (Nat-nat)
Do you love that hoe?
Cause' I don’t think she love you back
She fucked my cousin and my bro same night back to back
40 thousand for a show, used to cut the neighbours grass
I got Prada on my toes and Amiri on my ass
That boy a robot, he a clone, I think Siri fucked his dad
That boy went and stole my flow, then he made a million racks