Luv Speed (feat. K Suave) - NVRMND

I'm shy, oh my God Pussy didn't stand a chance Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still Yeah, I stay on the block, Niggas ain't on the block (Block, block, block) Reppin' that block still They all robbers and shooters You talkin' that shit but it's all on computers (Woah) We throw up that Roc like Bermuda Perky consumin' (Bow) Reppin' that block still And the coupe look neon (Coupe look neon) I can't fuck with a peon (Fuck with a peon) Niggas know what I be on (Know what I be on, yeah) With a bitch, rock VLONE Bitch, chain cost the Migos I'ma cock it then reload (Reload) I'ma stick to the G code (G code, gang, gang) In the game, no cheat code And my chain Sub-Zero, yeah (Set, set, set) Pussy didn't stand a chance Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still Uh, I hop in that mofuckin' foreign, I'm speedin', let's go (Pew, pew), ooh I'm rockin' Off-White like the Pope (Yeah) So slimey, we up it, let's go, uh I come from the slums, Got hundred round drums, I pull up and put on a show, ooh (Woah) Stop talkin', lil' nigga, let's go (Woah) I'm leanin', we just poured a four (Yeah, yeah) Where you been? MIA Put them bands in your face Get that backend, I'm straight Got VVS diamonds, they just wanna skate I'm makin' deposits when I hit the bank You smokin' on ass, we smokin' on dank I get in my cell and make me a shank I get in that jam, not saying no names Pussy didn't stand a chance Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still Off-White stone-cold (Damn) I ride around with a .40 (Skrrt) Niggas sneak diss, we gon' ruin his morning (Yeah) Your bitch like suckin' my dick when she horny (Yeah, yeah) She in love with you but it's hard For her to ignore me (Hard for her), yeah Shoot up your whip, We gon' leave the scene lookin' real gory (Boom-boom-boom), yeah, uh Hit from the back, she like, "Look in my eyes and record it" (Bow) She on me now, she just poured my lean out Pop three Percs, I can't see now I post on the block like it's Sunday, yeah Takin' these trips, I'll be back in September, yeah My diamonds they icy, it's flood like the winter, yeah He ain't got no shooters, that boy a pretender We ran out of Sprite, so we ordered some Fantas All of my hoes respectful, they got manners I blow her back out just like some candles I'm all in her mouth like she work at the dental Passin' these hoes around just like Tim Tebow I ain't cocky but she feelin' my ego I got a strap in this Burberry pea coat I'm off the drugs, I feel like I'ma K.O Just got a new Glock and it's blacker than Mayo Pussy didn't stand a chance Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still

You know what I'm 'bout, yeah, you know when I'm around I ain't got no diamonds, that's why they tryna bring me down Know it's going down, yeah, you know it's going down Going down, going down, going down Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Sippin' on lean, eyes red, high as shit Ooh, I'm faded, I poured up a brick I got some ice on my wrist Had to go Ricky my fit Walkin' 'em down, I'm legit I'm tryna get to that bag, take care of my momma Take care of my bitch When I be shoppin' at Saks, don't even look, just get me that shit I'm finna get in that bag, I put on my mask and hit me a lick Y'all niggas goin' out sad because of a hoe, we been had a bitch AK with that strap, it's gon' hit, I can't miss You know what I'm 'bout, yeah, you know when I'm around I ain't got no diamonds, that's why they tryna bring me down Know it's going down, yeah, you know it's going down Going down, going down, going down Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Damn, she just want to fuck, that's the reason she comin' around Pour my pain in double cups That's the only thing that keep me smilin' Niggas tryna hop up on a wave, they can't swim, they drown Left LA, move to MIA, I feel like I'm Tony I got no time to argue with no broke ass nigga, my gun do the talkin' (my gun do the talkin') She tryna fuck on the first night, she don't do that often I be hittin', it smell like a virgin Niggas plottin' on me, they be lurkin' She know I'm double-strapped up like I'm Persian I popped another pill but it ain't workin' You know what I'm 'bout, yeah, you know when I'm around I ain't got no diamonds, that's why they tryna bring me down Know it's going down, yeah, you know it's going down Going down, going down, going down Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo) Ridin' round (woo, woo)