Dominic Fike – SYNDROME lyrics

[Intro]
Wet, that was a wet burp (A-a-ayy)
Yeah, ayy, ay-ay-ayy

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent nigga
Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could prolly take off, you know (You know) you know (And you know)
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, yeah (I know, I know, I know, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy)
Yves Saint Laurent, nigga
Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could prolly take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, back and forth inside a twisted lifestyle
All your friends are dead or in a cage
If I had an answer for you right now (Right now)
Yeah, it would be you and me out here tryna get paid

[Verse]
Fuck wrong with a nigga, getting to greedy
I pick up the pieces and cut it all through the middle
My nigga, we started off in a building, okay
Good flow, good face, car, tryna put a ho in a race car
And a bullet hole in the competition 'cause I gotta get it nigga, lame boy
Same story, new nigga right here, right, we don't do what they doin' (Right)
I don't mix Henny with the drink nigga, I was ready when I came through
I had to call a buddy for a fix back when I was duckin', playin' with the sticks
Now it's money over bricks, now it's hunnids over shit (For real)
Now I'm really with the shit (Yeah)
Top dollar for my rottweilers and a couple millie from my bitch
Put the paraphernalia in a stick
Burn it til' that mo'fucka' rip
Oh you wanna problem, nigga know I got it
Know a couple homies who will co-sign it
Nigga one on one, yeah I don't mind it


[Pre-Chorus]
Tryna do a new mothafucka a favor
Get up out my way unless yo' boo wanna say sum'
Boy, you just a goofy and this ain't a playhouse
I need that wide sail and that Louis

[Chorus]
Yves Saint Laurent nigga
Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could prolly take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Yves Saint Laurent nigga
Louis tank top, want all the flavor
This tape drop, I could prolly take off, you know, you know
All I have to do is keep watching over you
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

[Post-Chorus]
Okay, back and forth inside a twisted lifestyle
All your friends are dead or in a cage
If I had an answer for you right now
Yeah, it would be you and me out here tryna get paid

[Outro]
Fuck wrong with a nigga, getting too greedy
I pick up the pieces and cut it all through the middle
My nigga, we started off in a building, okay
Good flow, good face, car, tryna put a ho in a race car
And a bullet hole in the competition 'cause I gotta get it nigga, lame boy
Same story, new nigga right here, right, we don't do what they doin' (Right)
I don't mix Henny with the drink nigga, I was ready when I came through
I had to call a buddy for a fix back when I was duckin', playin' with the sticks
Now it's money over bricks, now it's hunnids over shit (for real)
Now I'm really with the shit