Lokey

What you mean?

I get the racks lowkey

Got a bad bitch on me

She got on Prada jeans

Wrist so cold its freeze

That **** want a beat

That shit not for free

You gotta give some cheese

Smoke on pressure

**** can't breathe

I need Balmain for my fuckig feet

**** I'm in my zone I don't wanna speak

Why these **** keep talkin to me?

Prada jeans, I need Balmain jeans

I need True Religion too

I need the finer things

Is you mad at me?

Or is you proud of me?

Charge me up like batteries

Ran out of weed now it's a travesty

I'm tryna get high, on me

I'm tryna get cool, I'm tryna get right

I'm tryna get fly, on me

My life is a game and I'm gon play it like a violin

She pretty like a violin

They all know I'm high as shit

She came from the firepit

Yeah that ho's a succubus

Stack these racks up for my kid

Oh, I said fuck that shit

How much it cost to look like this?

How much it cost to step in rick?

How much it cost to flip a brick?

That ho a bop, she a likc a tic.

Cause she on me