No Stylist 2 Lyrics

I dress myself I don't need a stylist

I feel so rare bitch I'm on an island

A young nigga dressin', a Thousand Island

Get lettuce and carrots, you keep the salad

I lay that bitch down like a fuckin' pallet

I turn her up once now she really wildin'

I turned up this shit now I'm really valid

I ran up that check now I keep it countin'

This shit was never easy

I turn up some more like you wouldn't believe it

I step up the drip now I got it leakin'

I swap out the ice, I was tired of peein'

Done ran up that check, mane I can't believe it

I walk in the mall and I spend it freely

Just me and my son, he ain't never needy

Bitch we rock Ferragamo, that's stupid steezy

The watch and the ring that's stupid breezy

Yo bitch she too open, was stupid easy

I treat that lil' hoe like a fuckin' freebie

Now she callin' for what; D the only reason

I'm takin' what's mine, it's my fuckin' season

I hop in the game, I won't even cheat it

I'm smokin' exotic, I'm stupid weeded

Done ran up that check now I'm fuckin' keepin'

I dress myself I don't need a stylist

I feel so rare bitch I'm on an island

A young nigga dressin', a Thousand Island

Get lettuce and carrots, you keep the salad

I lay that bitch down like a fuckin' pallet

I turn her up once now she really wildin'

I turned up this shit now I'm really valid

I ran up that check now I keep it countin'

Wouldn't take her on dinner date

Just beat up that pussy like 808s

I threw on some Vans like I'm finna skate

Ain't trippin' off shit, I don't got no laces

I fuck this check up, heavily sedated

These bitches see me, they like Bino Baby

I fucked on her once now she Bino crazy

I dress myself I don't need a stylist

I feel so rare bitch I'm on an island

A young nigga dressin', a Thousand Island

Get lettuce and carrots, you keep the salad

I lay that bitch down like a fuckin' pallet

I turn her up once now she really wildin'

I turned up this shit now I'm really valid

I ran up that check now I keep it countin'