Comme Des Garçons - Lil Tracy, Pi'erre Bourne

Lost some of my bros, I’ll sell my soul to get them 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’ma rockstar, baby, I’m lit, I’m signing bitches' tits

I been on the road, I been on the road

Fucking different hoes, 50K a show

Can’t even trust my bros, 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

Wiz Khalifa shit, I been blowing Os

You can keep this bitch, I don’t love no ho

Yes, I’m freaking rich, just got a hundred more

Baby, I know you wanna date or want some racks

I’ma take your pretty ass right down to Saks

I’ma break the fucking bank then break your back

Ooh, this bitch so bad I might just fuck without a strap

We got all the racks, we doing shows back to back (Hold up)

Comme des Garçons, yeah, I’m dripping, that’s just facts (I'm dripping)

Lost some of my bros, I’ll sell my soul to get them 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’ma rockstar, baby, I’m lit, I’m signing bitches' tits

She let me take her out (Out)

I’ma just get it and go (Go)

Meet her at her house (House)

Putting my dick in her throat, ayy (Throat)

She wanna fuck right now (Now), ayy

Making me take her off (Off)

Shouldn’t be around, she wanna us go

Yeah, I’m with my brothers feel like for real, wait

I play with the racks, yeah, I play with my gat, yeah

I got the platinum plaque, yeah, pull up on that rat, yeah

She was, bad (Yeah), Saint Laurent (Yeah), sack (Yeah)

Ain’t no way in hell that I’m going back (Yeah)

I’ll be damned if I’m ever going back (Yeah)

Hop on the Instagram, now she (Yeah)

My nigga doing scams, he got all the cash (Yeah)

Fuckboy, and I swipe bad, now she doing bad (Yeah)

I fly in the air, yeah…

Ooh, this bitch so bad I might just fuck without a strap

We got all the racks, we doing shows back to back (Hold up)

Comme des Garçons, yeah, I’m dripping, that’s just facts (I'm dripping)

Lost some of my bros, I’ll sell my soul to get them 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’ma rockstar, baby, I’m lit, I’m signing bitches' tits