[Chorus]
Yeah, my Raf Simons tee way older than me
You can't ride with me
I got a ARP on my right hand side sittin' in the passenger seat
Most of these n***as tryna be like me
Tryna steal my swag, can't do it like me
I'm with a PYT, I ain't even passin' this freak, huh
Every time I shop I don't need a receipt
I spent a whole bag on these jeans
Yeah, all my hoes on fleek
All my hoes so chic, they European
I rock a Rick Owens cloak
Bitch, I'm hidin', you'll never see me
I gotta switch my flow, I gotta switch my flow up, huh
I gotta switch my ho, I gotta switch my ho up, huh
I'm on top of New York, bitch, I'm out in SoHo, huh
I just spent a whole dub on somе brand new clothes, huh
Thesе n***as not my bros, nah, I can't let 'em close, yeah

[Verse]
Yeah, I got the plug on the phone, huh, he said he got a load in
I got a hundred round drum on this stick, I'm not reloadin'
I pull out the nine, disappear
I'm the top floor boss, I'm not no ghost, bitch
Most of my bitches got black nails, huh
They all on some vamp shi', huh
And she got a tramp stamp, huh
That bitch say, "Destroy Lonely"
I got a bad ass bitch tryna come in the spot then fuck on all my homies
Yeah, I'm way too cold, I might need a jacket, I got all my ice on me
I'm online, bitch, but I'm not hackin', I'm just buyin' clothes
Most of these n***as, they green as fuck
I'm slimy, I get over
I had to pour up in a Pellegrino, bitch, I ain't got no soda
Yeah, and I got the M's all on my phone, but this ain't no Motorola
I fuck her and bend her over, then call her best friend over
I'm higher than the Mars rover
Every time I wake up I let the Givenchy cover my shoulders
And she ain't sneeze, but I'ma bless this bitch 'cause she a soldier
Bitch, she ride that dick like a soldier
I put ice on, get a lil' colder
Might be nice, n***a, I don't even know you
Copy twice, n***a, I gotta show you
I gotta show you, how this FN work
I gotta show this bitch, I get racks and make money twerk
These n***as ain't on shit
They just cappin', I'm rich for real
I got a brand new pint in, the Wockhardt, I'm crackin' the seal
And I only pop rubber bands, I don't even pop no percocet pills
Your bitch give me mop but you gon' need a mop for the drip I spill
I'm on a kill streak, got more than a UAV, I'm a fashion killer
These n***as hate on me and they all in my way, I think I'ma have to kill 'em
I ain't even tryna eat, got too much on my plate I have to deal with
Most of these n***as, they sweet as fuck
Gon' shoot 'em up with penicillin
[Chorus]
Yeah, my Raf Simons tee way older than me
You can't ride with me
I got a ARP on my right hand side sittin' in the passenger seat
Most of these n***as tryna be like me
Tryna steal my swag, can't do it like me
I'm with a PYT, I ain't even passin' this freak, huh
Every time I shop I don't need a receipt
I spent a whole bag on these jeans
Yeah, all my hoes on fleek
All my hoes so chic, they European
I rock a Rick Owens cloak
Bitch, I'm hidin', you'll never see me
I gotta switch my flow, I gotta switch my flow up, huh
I gotta switch my ho, I gotta switch my ho up, huh
I'm on top of New York, bitch, I'm out in SoHo, huh
I just spent a whole dub on some brand new clothes, huh
The n***as not my bros, nah, I can't let 'em close, huh