Stole It From Us Lyrics – Young Stoner Life

[Intro: 1300SAINT]
Okay
Pretty boy s*it, you know what I’m saying? Going ghost (SossHouse)
N!ggas can’t hear me without a rose (Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: 1300SAINT & diamond*]
Yeah, you got swag, but you stole it from us, uh (Bling, slime)
Yeah, that’s my bro, you get close, he gon’ blatt (Blatt, blatt; woah)
Yeah, that’s my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Woah, woah, woah, slatt, slatt)
Shoutout my twin, he just poured me a yeah (Slatt, slatt, yeah)
Givenchy still got the tags, yeah

Spider going up, level turbo (Woo)
Look at us cutting up, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
I got pink syrup in my cup, push the Ashton
I’m gon’ spend it all before I die, ain’t coming back, n!gga

[Verse 1: iyrus & diamond*]
Riding in a Maybach, G19 on my lap (Baow, baow)
Hm, play with the gang and the stick go brrat, brrat, brrat, hm (Brrat, brrat, brrat)
Forty thousand in my Rick Owen slacks (Slacks)
I just bought me a G6, I’m turnt to the max, ayy (I’m turnt to the max)
I put money on your head and you get whacked (Whacked, whacked)
That’s a rack, that’s a rack, that’s a rack, hm, hm (Yeah, that’s a racky)
That’s a rack, that’s a rack, that’s a rack, hm, hm (Rack, rack)
I’m so slime, I’m so slime, watch your back, hm, hm (Bling, bling, bling, blaow)

[Verse 2: diamond*]
This that new YSL, b!tch, it’s only us (Slatt, slatt, slime)
Baguettes all on my neck got my heart cold as fu*k (Slatt, bling, woah)
Don’t talk when the drank come down, just shut up and pour it up (Woah, woah; bling slime)
She got two hands on my d!ck, she say my soul is took (She got two hands on my d!ck, yeah)
I pour Wock’ and get high with my rounds, yeah
I love when I hit different cities, woah
‘Cause it’s nothing but hate in my town (Woah, woah, woah)
I get high and I take a few pictures, yeah
Like I was just sitting at the mound (Bling, bling)

My roster is filled up with different flavors, but I like my b!tches brown (Woah, wow, wow,wow)
Inside of my cup like candy paint
My pockets filled up with dead faces
She spin around while that d!ck still inside, it look like she doing ballet (Woah, wow, wow, wow)
I want a Rolex with the red face
My d!ck in her mouth, yeah, she loving the taste (Okay, come here)
Saint Laurent, Gucci, I’m having good taste (Hello)
The ho took a picture, got hit in the face (Hello)
She like my tattoos ’cause I’m hitting her face (Shut up)

[Chorus: 1300SAINT, diamond* & Tezzus]
Yeah, you got swag, but you stole it from us, uh (Bling, slime)
Yeah, that’s my bro, you get close, he gon’ blatt (Blatt, blatt; woah)
Yeah, that’s my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Woah, woah; slatt, slatt)
Shoutout my twin, he just poured me a yeah (Slatt, yeah)
Givenchy still got the tags, yeah
Spider going up, level turbo (Woo)
Look at us cutting up, yeah (Woo, woo, woo, skrrt)
I got pink syrup in my cup, push the Ashton
I’m gon’ spend it all before I die, ain’t coming back, n!gga (Brrt, b-baow, baow, King Phønk, baow)

[Verse 3: Tezzus]
I seen n!ggas die just for telling a lie (Øway)
I seen n!ggas die just for telling the truth
Where I come from, n!gga, jail or you die
Where I come from, n!ggas ready to shoot
Got your b!tch at the spot and she telling you lies
Better not trust her, boy, whatever you do
She let me fu*k ’cause I’m better than you
I get that pu*sy way wetter than you
This that YSL s*it, screaming, “Fu*k 12,” s*it
Put her in that new Chanel s*it
You like how I smell, b!tch
Oh, you walked out your cell, b!tch? You know she for the streets
This that YSL s*it, screaming, “Fu*k 12,” s*it (Slatt)
You gon’ need a helmet if you want some beef (Slatt)
I’m riding with two guns in the car, Jamien LaBlink
Two cups in the car, you know we pouring lean (Slatt)
I come up too far just to play with a freak
You play with my heart, be ready to leave (Play with my heart, Øway)
You play with the squad, be ready to skee (We waiting for a call, kick your up the street)

[Chorus: 1300SAINT & diamond*]
Yeah, you got swag, but you stole it from us, uh (Bling, slime)
Yeah, that’s my bro, you get close, he gon’ blatt (Blatt, blatt; woah)
Yeah, that’s my slime, that my bro, that my slatt (Woah, woah; slatt, slatt)
Shoutout my twin, he just poured me a yeah (Slatt, shoutout twin, yeah)
Givenchy still got the tags
Spider going up, level turbo (Woo)
Look at us cutting up, yeah (Woo, woo, woo, skrrt)
I got pink syrup in my cup, push the Ashton
I’m gon’ spend it all before I die, ain’t coming back, n!gga (No cap)