raf simons

I got these racks all on my feet
I already know that I got the cash
I already know that I got the bands
And if you gon' talk, I'm shootin' your head
F-fuck 12, and fuck the feds
She don't wanna be with me, she wanna be with my friend
You stay bein' broke, I'ma get you a band
No, we can not hang, you don't understand
Hittin' my shit, now I feel great
God damn, I was poor, no food on my plate
Feelin' so bad, I was pourin' up drank
Everybody fake, nobody the same
No, we not the same, these hoes just be lame
Can't fuck with nobody, they all finna switch
The way that you movin', I know you a bitch
The way that you movin', I know you a ho
I put some Raf Simons on my fit
Shoutout to Qwerty on the beat
She finna suck it up, until its six
I'm finna kick her out as soon as I bust
I fucked a seven up, then rode on her bus
These bitches want smoke, then I turn her to dust
Me and my brothers, we really got guns
We shoot another one up under the sun
Y'all wasn't fuckin' wit' me back then
Why these dudes just wanna be friends
Lord knows right, I know it depends
They be wondering why the just suck
They really be broke, and I don't give no fuck
My pockets fat, they just wanna bust
I put some Raf Simons on my fit
Shoutout to Qwerty on the beat
She finna suck it up, until its six
I'm finna kick her out as soon as I bust
I fucked a seven up, then rode on her bus
These bitches want smoke, then I turn her to dust
Me and my brothers, we really got guns
We shoot another one up under the sun