Stella McCartney (Bonus Track|Explicit)

Stella McCartney (Bonus Track|Explicit) - NAV/Future

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Amir Esmailian/Wesley Glass

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Amir Esmailian/Wesley Glass

Future：

I'm tryna get you high I'm tryna get you fly

Wheezy outta here

I'm tryna get you high girl I'm tryna get you fly

I'm tryna get you fly I'm tryna get you fly girl

Future：

Stella McCartney I'm drippin' on swag and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer gon' hop in the foreign goin' and goin' to space yeah

Secured the bag it was Goyard stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter went push-start checked my persona that's a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth never lied to you all I said was facts yeah

Fresh Dior off thе runway bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock .40 my young n***as want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah

Future：

I put it on when I put it on I'm stackin' it high

I'm stackin' up neat yeah

Drinkin' on muddy I came in the Rolls buggy with Chanel on my feet yeah

You never seen what I seen yeah I got c*****e yeah on me yeah

Givin' you somethin' to see if you never seen it when it's elite yeah

Bales like pillows for ghost yeah Chanaynay pillows my room yeah

You couldn't ruin my swag I do it with no effort you know I'ma pop yeah

Soon as I spill it they mop yeah eat it up every drop yeah

Designer my d**gs designer my jeans designer way down to my socks yeah

You gotta match up to my fly I can't get caught with an impostor

I can go back in my archive I have these b***hes starstruck

They perpetrate my whole life I know this s**t feel awful

Even though I'm ridin' with my glizzy everyday I still feel awesome

Future：

Stella McCartney I'm drippin' on swag and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer gon' hop in the foreign goin' and goin' to space yeah

Secured the bag it was Goyard stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter went push start checked my persona that's a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth never lied to you all I said was facts yeah

Fresh Dior off the runway bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock .40 my young n***as want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah

NAV：

Ballin' I keep my composure she f**k with me for exposure

Drivin' V-12 my motor Skrrt they gon' 'member my name when it's over

Back of the back I'm comfy Yeah had to put on for my country Yeah

Pourin' codeine in my tummy Yeah wipe your nose like it's runny Slatt

No opp block sippin' on bubbly Bubbly Pluto my twin like Dudley Dudley

I'm on the win like Rocky Yeah Balenci' my socks I'm cocky Yeah

Certified G I ate my fists brand new foreign look fire with no kit

Drive in my city top down no tints

Walk in red carpet gotta pose for a pic

Tricks up my sleeve got b***hes on took

Ridin' with a .30 clip under my gut

Multiple mortgages I ain't payin' no rent

Wanna die My assistant gon' bend her fist

I ain't G.D. but I'll take care plenty folk

Crack in the truck got plenty coke

Wheezy outta here more ways than boats

Everyday I'm fresh I'm sellin' soap

Future：

Stella McCartney I'm drippin' on swag and I swear it's a whole 'nother wave

Brand new designer gon' hop in the foreign goin' and goin' to space yeah

Secured the bag it was Goyard stuffin' them racks in my Chrome Hearts

Spent a lil' quarter went push-start checked my persona that's a new Ferrari

Tellin' the truth never lied to you all I said was facts yeah

Fresh Dior off the runway bought a gun store on a Sunday

Hit the switch on a Glock .40 my young n***as want bodies

I get fresh than a stylist and I never keep the receipts yeah