Shopping Spree

(Earl on the Beat, Lousy)

Shopping sprees (yeah, hol' up)
Shopping sprees bags on me, hol' up, yeah
We was in the back
Five hundred degrees, yeah, hol' up
(yeah) flanked up, bih, these shooters bleed
(yeah) , I'm like blatt  (Hol' up)
You ain't never shot at me, let's go up
(yeah)
We gon' make your shoulders lean, crack
His neck, don't need no beam
Niggas lying on the scene
Yo' bitch, yeah, she with the king
And I pulled up in Celine
Carti flexin' on ya team
We don't rock no Prada jeans (Hol' up)
We jus' put that shit down
I'mma rock Celine (Hol' up)
I'mma put that bitch down, and I
Ain't even buy her a thing
But damn those bitches pinked out (Hol' up)
I gotta rock them Balmain jeans
(Hol' up) , damn I had to peek out
I used to rock them Balmain Jeans
And we still do that shit now
And Young Carti throwing B's
And I still do that shit now
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
And we still do that shit now
I used to jugg and clear the scene
(Hol' up) , and we still do that shit now
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans
I used to rock them Balmain jeans