Stylin' - Sik-K, Supreme Boi & ELLES

Ayy, look Ain't really much in the hood these days I'm tryna get me paid Ten racks can really do good these days Keep my packs all laid This baddie wanna link and talk 'bout dates She don't know man's face Know that my links back home wanna see man paid And I know that's great Cah I know I'm gonna keep it a hunna All damn summer Your guy can't flex like me, what a bummer If your guy need work, he can come do runner Need a YS chain for my YS stunners On a date with bird tryna cop some hummus But I need a big whip tryna flex that hummer Checks for my team, gotta split with my brother Gotta check on my dukes, drop a check for my mother In a whip all vintage, just gliding Tryna flick through notes just doing my ting I was out with the brodie just sliding He ain't even been driving, no license But a bean gonna slide if we just vibing I remember back then, we were just Skyping Now I'm out OT with the crew flying Baby girl, tell me, are you really riding? In a whip all vintage, just gliding Tryna flick through notes just doing my ting I was out with the brodie just sliding He ain't even been driving, no license But a bean gonna slide if we just vibing I remember back then, we were just Skyping Now I'm out OT with the crew flying Baby girl, tell me, are you really riding? Took a stop off for tea, ain't really much with my G's Bro got himself a new B, her drop on fleek Know that her boy on T, she don't take calls on E Never post on the feed, know that my link can't leak Don't bite the hand that feeds Double up on speed, bros been out OT Might never come back lowkey I was out with the bro on a pedal bike cruising through ends When my bro got a text on his phone Told the plug bring ten with a medal back flex Hit my darg on a text then post by the home Never tell when a check finna pop on mans phone If a snake try call, leave a message at tone I ain't ever took drugs but check out my flex If you watch man step when I'm outta my zone In a whip all vintage, just gliding Tryna flick through notes just doing my ting I was out with the brodie just sliding He ain't even been driving, no license But a bean gonna slide if we just vibing I remember back then, we were just Skyping Now I'm out OT with the crew flying Baby girl, tell me, are you really riding? In a whip all vintage just gliding Tryna flick through notes just doing my ting I was out with the brodie just sliding He ain't even been driving, no license But a bean gonna slide if we just vibing I remember back then, we were just Skyping Now I'm out OT with the crew flying Baby girl, tell me, are you really riding?

She ride it like a stallion When I hit it I be stylin That money keep calling its piling Pop bands baby I don't call it Killin the ref don't get T'd up When we touch down better ease up No trickin just stacking that cheese up No falling, i'm balling no ring And it's no denying I flex without trying Your bitch keep eyeing me I'm sick like a virus I'm fly like a pilot I can not hide it Can't you just tell I stay glo'd, yea She wanna give me knowledge like an old head And I'm willing to learn just like a smart kid Girl, i'm gone rock it like i'm harden Stay fly like an attendant See my team winning, no losing, no benching I'm never cold stay on that not to fucking mention Got [?] waiting on me in Canada Wanna kiss on my chest because i'm tatted up It's two of them yea one of me Don't matter let's add it up I got them killers right beside me So if you pull it then they shooting like they Spike Lee So if you try, yeah Everybody dies, yeah She ride it like a stallion When I hit it I be stylin That money keep calling its piling Pop bands baby I don't call it Killin the ref don't get T'd up When we touch down better ease up No trickin just stacking that cheese up No falling, i'm balling no ring And it's no denying I flex without trying Your bitch keep eyeing me I'm sick like a virus I'm fly like a pilot I can not hide it When I'm flexin man I drip Mj this is it That black tooly be my bitch Tuck her like i'm Chris I'm gonna fuck her like i'm pissed Keep her no assist In her water like I slipped I swim like a fish Not a hairdresser but I'm stylin Your bitch hitting on me yeah she fouling Got a box up like an island Where you can't see it like violet Trying to run it up like a RB Clip hold a lot like a RV Shawty talkin bout she wanna stay the night Need it in the morning like coffee I rap and I ball like I'm Lillard These niggas be all in they feelings You say that you ball you just scrimmage You do all that for an image Ice cold yeah that's for ages Gotta nigga feelin like I'm ageless My flexing come in different stages I be turning bitches like pages She ride it like a stallion When I hit it I be stylin That money keep calling its piling Pop bands baby I don't call it Killin the ref don't get T'd up When we touch down better ease up No trickin just stacking that cheese up No falling, i'm balling no ring And it's no denying I flex without trying Your bitch keep eyeing me I'm sick like a virus I'm fly like a pilot I can not hide it When I slide on these squares these bitches break they necks Boy, I will take your queen like we was playing chess Before we fucking she sucking D Generation X My pistol under my pillow I have the safest sex I got bitches up in Dallas I be styling like a stylist Robin Jeans full of thousands Dripping dressing like a salad I laid her down like a pallet Doggy style it got me growlin She moan I love the way she soundin She can't take it throw the towel in Now when she see me she be smilin Her nigga hating like he Calvin But I done snuck the 40 cal in No ref I'm blowin' if they foulin When we touch down bitch it's wings up I got chips I could slide like a Visa Sometimes I go slow then I speed up No cuffs but your bitch just got D'd up She ride it like a stallion When I hit it I be stylin That money keep calling its piling Pop bands baby I don't call it Killin the ref don't get T'd up When we touch down better ease up No trickin just stacking that cheese up No falling, i'm balling no ring And it's no denying I flex without trying Your bitch keep eyeing me I'm sick like a virus I'm fly like a pilot I can not hide it

One more, I go die in the street again (Till yah!) There's no way to run, no way to hide my friend (Ouaaah!) Till you believe in love as the master plan (All your men!) She's gonna have to fight again, (Fight again) Fight again (Fight again) Elle danse, Sur la piste, au milieu des jeunes loups Elle danse Quand le son est bon, de tout elle se fout Elle danse, Si le bonheur n'est pas au rendez-vous, Elle dansera, toute la nuit, après tout Comme again Elle danse, Sur la piste, au milieu des jeunes loups Elle danse, Quand le son est bon, de tout elle se fout Elle danse, Si le bonheur n'est pas au rendez-vous, Elle dansera, toute la nuit, après tout Et jamais elle ne flanche Dédicace à toutes les femmes des cités Qu'elles soient de Pointe-à-Pitre, Paris ou Yaoundé Celles qui connaissent la souffrance Parloirs et couloirs aseptisés, Garantes de nos âmes dans l'adversité, (Yôh!) Par qui vient la délivrance Souvent ton complice le plus fidèle, Surtout quand la mort lui a donné des ailes À toutes les sœurs, femmes ou mères (Yôh!) À toutes celles qui connaissent les affres de la misère (Yôh!) Celles qui, le cœur gros, marchent le regard fier (Oh-eh!) C'est à mes ghettos girls, que je dédie ces vers (Yeah, man!) One more, I go die in the street again (Ouaaah!) There's no way to run, no way to hide my friend (All your men!) Till you believe in love as the master plan (Baby girl!) She's gonna have to fight again, (Fight again) Fight again (Yôh!) Elle danse, Sur la piste, au milieu des jeunes loups Elle danse, Quand le son est bon, de tout elle se fout (Yôh!) Elle danse, Si le bonheur n'est pas au rendez-vous, Elle dansera, toute la nuit, après tout Eh! J'te parle de ces femmes là, Celles qui aux yeux n'ont pas froid Toutes les femmes du monde, qu'elles soient mama ou fatma (Yôh!) Des filles et des mères qui luttent encore pour leurs droits (Yôh!) Eh! Merci, baby, d'être là, (Yôh!) De partager mes tracas (Yôh!) Maudits soient les démons qui t'éloignent de moi Mon respect n'a d'égal que mon attirance pour toi Fort comme une mère pour son fils, Quand la mort fait face au vice (Hey!) Elle peut lutter comme dix Comme une sœur pour son frère, Affrontant le misère, (Hey!) Elle garde les pieds sur terre (Hey!) Elle danse, Sur la piste, au milieu des jeunes loups Elle danse, Quand le son est bon, de tout elle se fout (Yôh!) Elle danse, Si le bonheur n'est pas au rendez-vous, Elle dansera, toute la nuit, après tout One more, I go die in the street again (One more, man! one more) There's no way to run, No way to hide my friend (No way to run, no way to hide) Till you believe in love as the master Plan (You believe in love as the master plan) She's gonna fight and fight again, (She's gonna fight) Fight again (Fight again) One more, I go die in the street again (One more, I go die) There's no way to run, No way to hide my friend (No way to run, no way to hide) Till you believe in love as the master Plan (You believe in love as the master plan) She's gonna fight and fight again, (She's gonna fight again) Fight again (Fight again) (Fight again) Ah-Ouh-Hey! Ah-Ouh-Hey! Ah-Ouh-Hey! Ah-Ouh-Hey! Ah-Ouh-Hey! Ah-Ouh-Hey! (All your men!)