Lyrics Desire - Strick, 6LACK

Desire

Mm, ayy, ayy
Uh, uh, yeah
She my desire (Yeah), she like a drug, I might have to try her
Chargin' the cards out, got me a Bonnie and she a rider
Swept through them raids, go put the racks up in the safe
Emerald cuts, VV, uh, all in the chain
She my desire, I get designer for my bae (Yeah)
She my desire, I put diamonds all on my bae, yeah
She my desire, 'ire, yeah, yeah
She my desire, 'ire (Yeah)
She get what she want, we turn parties up
Take the top off and then I Ferrari up (Skrrt)
Drivin' crazy, she know I’m on 101
I been flexin', she know that there’s more to come
Yeah, Kel-Tec finish 'em just like a round of Mortal Kombat
Hey, uh, we took that top spot, we not the runner up
Gold medallion, set goals, let’s the mountain, uh
With stars, you know they surroundin' us
Young nigga got rich, we like Roddy, yuh
Hey, yeah, who put the Runtz in the air?
The car top, uh, Italian, check out the engine
Designer all of my images, I had went up on my intellect, yeah
I been busy countin' up checks, that shit been takin' my energy
She on the honor roll for the brain that she givin' me, no kidding
Jokes up, got the game in a choke, the Rollie blue-face, literally
She my desire (Yeah), she like a drug, I might have to try her
Chargin' the cards out, got me a Bonnie and she a rider
Swept through them raids, go put the racks up in the safe
Emerald cuts, VV, uh, all in the chain
She my desire, I get designer for my bae (Yeah)
She my desire, I put diamonds all on my bae, yeah
She my desire, 'ire, yeah, yeah
She my desire, 'ire
(Ayy)
She want desire, she wanna singer, not like Mariah
Grippin' the fire, she down to slide if it’s really dire
Give her my secrets, she down to keep it
You get Dior for playin' good defense
Chanel for your feetsies
Prada process, I ain’t ever trippin', word to Scottie Pippen
Know I’m with the bull', Gucci slip-in
If she want the vintage, she can wear the vintage in the 'Ventador
Everybody got the ceiling, bitch, I’m tryna put them stars down in the floor
Hard body, bitch, I been a core
My bitch is spoiled and I give her more
I put the racks in a—
Then I hit her from the back like a— (Ayy)
She want desire
I might have to try her, 'cause she on fire
I had her singing
I’m 'bout my biz', I might have to sign her
Don’t get kicked out the line-up
Bench players and they all steppin' right up, right up
She my desire (Yeah), she like a drug, I might have to try her
Chargin' the cards out, got me a Bonnie and she a rider
Swept through them raids, go put the racks up in the safe
Emerald cuts, VV, uh, all in the chain
She my desire, I get designer for my bae (Yeah)
She my desire, I put diamonds all on my bae, yeah
She my desire, 'ire, yeah, yeah
She my desire, 'ire