SAINt JHN – Hermés Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Wow, wow
I had way too much to drink nigga

[Verse 1]
Gassin' out the porsche, yeah that bitch she know
Pullin' out the driveway, that shit she want
Sleeping with her heels on, that bedsheet war
A nigga with the numbers, DaVinci code
Ice on, girl what I need a AC for?
Poppin' Big Shaq, can't do no scary ho
Gassin' out the porsche, yeah that bitch she know

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners"
He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest"
Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is

[Verse 2]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
'88 Stingray, I need that in two tone
Who this? A new phone, i don't got the roof on
Silk on but rap, like I trap out the group home
And even though i got a city-girl ass i want
Started from the bottom, but i hit that fast-foward
I told the bitch "Runnin' through the life, go slow"
I told the bitch "Runnin' through this life, go pro"
I'm jackin' up the motherfucking ounce, nigga-oh
Crack dust on the Chanel fucking pouch, nigga-woah
And this the shit off-white you got on, oh no
Saint Laurent you should know better you hoe
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
Champagne for them bitches with the soft skin
D´ussé for the motherfucking day
I been flexin' on them niggas, it's exhausting
Swimmin' all in the money, you should know
On my own, ain't a nigga that I owe (facts)
A nigga dope, but be really never overdose
So hold me close, hold me close, hold me close
I'm in the way, nigga feel on my skin
And might just get a purse, it depends
Ain't looking for no love-girl I wanna friend
I told her first, she should swallow, then repent

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners"
He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest"
Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is

[Verse 3]
Michael B. Jordan, with the B that's for Balmain
We not the same, 'till the penthouse in your name
She hair went down on both knees, thats a amen
Eyes look perussian, that pussy feel [?]
It's the S, the L, im popping', can you tell?
A nigga from the gutter played [Celine on Chanel]
A uncle used to sell a [?] baggies [?]
My brother had it poppin' on the corner with his scale
Niggas just got on probation
Shoutout to the man dem, eyy
Pablo is my inspiration
Broke drug dealer's can't understand them
Never let a fucking fuck-nigga talk reckless
Never let a fucking bitch-nigga finish breakfast
Never choose a fucking honda accord over lexus
The short-sided bitch tryna' talk about perspectives
Niggas know I get it done
Nigga ballin' through the alley from the inbound
A fuckboy when he hit the ground
I celebrate like we just found a quarter-pound
The tempo is the tempo, ball
I been cold from the intro, ball
You see me poppin', now they wanna hover now
Suck my whole dick, I hope you make your mother proud

[Chorus]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hermès
Bitch jacked my porsche, but my licence is "learners"
He got that bag-bag, we call that the "furnest"
Can't trust no bitch, that don't know what a "perm" is

[Outro]
Jesus H. Christ, and the H is for Hublot
88 stingray i need that and 2 ton
Who this? A new phone, i don't got the roof on
Silk on beret, like a trap by the group-on
And niggas know [?]
I got them other niggas poppin' on the floor
I tell the niggas all [?]