Don't need no stylist, Gucci fabric On my bed, she got a habit Cause she more than average, yeah She more than average, a couple carats She out in the river, we can *** under the stars Put my nana on my neck, it shine like lights You can't ignore, I know them charges never stick I beat them cases, just like flow Got that bed and other turbo boots, I know you hear the noise These diamonds gleaming, she could *** with a n***a like me Cause I ain't no average, I run with demons *** with a n***a like me, then you won't breathe, no more fight season So many broken hearts, only one love, like what's the meaning? How you gon' have the strength to forgive, but she ain't gon' let it go? I bought her Dior for all the times that she felt pain, crying fast To show I need her, I bought her Alexander McQueen, shows my passion Every time I see her, I try to get all of me that I can Forget what happened, her life, she even in on another man I bought Gucci sneaks, they see all of the snakes, become my guys Cartier lenses, see her face, it ain't no way that they just glad It ain't no stopping for the J's, they know the cause, we drive the fast Another high-speed chase, we gon' act like nothing happened Another high-speed chase, we gon' act like nothing happened Ain't no stopping for the J's, they know the cause, we drive the fast Don't need no stylist, Gucci fabric She got a habit, cause she more than average She more than average, a cuppa carry She up in this riff when we can *** another star 2x9, they on my neck, it shine like lights, you can't ignore You know them charges never stick, I beat them cases, just like Flo I caught that vid at all the turbo booths, I know you hear the noise Ain't it amazing how I can stuff a hundred racks inside these purple jeans? Ain't it amazing how I turn my Nike sneaks into Gucci? Ain't it amazing how I made it out of that war zone where I used to be? But ain't it crazy how I left the war, but I'm still at war with my enemies V-long shirt, purple jeans, can't forget my Gucci king I almost forgot my Gucci belt, it helped me hold my blick I can't judge myself, I'm sorry, I don't know what a stylist is And I'm sorry if I'm showing my a**, but I remember when I a** Yeah, now I'm making hits, and I'm sorry I can't miss No hurry in my blick, I shoot from deep like it's a free-throw Warriors, with a tight to pull up, make them get low Amateurs, they the type to pull up, shoot out windows If I die tonight, I'll be fresh as death You see these snakes hold my ankles while you hear a slither when I step These ain't just shades, I see the real effect, so I spend them under my belt And I know I got my f***ed up ways, but I ain't never say I was proud of myself Don't need no stylist, Gucci fabric on my back She got a habit, cause she more than average She more than average, a couple carriers She up in the rift, and we can f*** under the stars Put my 9-8 on my neck, it shine like lights, you can't ignore I know them charges never stick, I beat them cases just like floss I caught that vid at all the turbo booths, I know you hear the noise