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-f*ck 12, and f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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