High Fashion Lyrics

Road money shit nigga, big vegetable

Shout my nigga bibster

ATH shit nigga

Vegg told the bitch yes I bled high fashion

200 for a line, of tris or wok bitch, I'm havin

Yeah, hit the, we gettin' by, don't mind traffic

that chop left that nigga in the spittle, it's so tragic

Hold on, we did that nigga so brazy

My white boys, spot up in a (uuuh)

With a strap he Slim Shady

Why this broke bitch keep stealin' all the 8thies

I just dropped K-Roll up in his cup, but I bet he can't taste it

I told the bitch, yeah, I'm spicy

Yes I'm on your phone about to bows

It's Bib likely ,

Poppin' out, we maskin' up, we so shiesty

If I need about two or three loads, I call Mikey

Man, I did this bitch so sick, don't need a IV

Walkin' down like, fuck, I left my shiesty

I just told this ham, straight drop, just come by it

Aye my rich, bitch, juggin' all hams and bringin' rich clients

So stressed, can't get juice, told this bitch bye

Made this drop stretch so much, we got a 10 line in

Fear God on my back, Cleats Balenciaga

I'm in a demon with a demon yea she a head throbber

Couple mob ties, made a call said bing bada

It's a whole lot of yoppas layin' around, I'm not sada

My bitch only like to wear the word Dior, she hate Prada

White bitch gon' stuff bricks, she Andy Milonakis

In and out this bitch like I'm poppin' out the socket

Show me what you workin' with, you really wanna sponsor

Yeah, he fake sip from time to time, don't even bother

I been mackin', bitches, ask my dad, I'm Lil' Whopper

, refs throwing flags, man, that nigga steady, hating , yeah

That coupe a little fast, don't drag race, I'm in a spaceship (skkkrt)

I don't really get no fucks, bout what you talkin' bout

We don't talk it out,

chop it up with millionaires and thugs, and I walk it out

Granny holding on to the drink, this shit ancient

Bled the snow Bunny for her toes, the bitch racist

Ben Franklin, lil' nigga, you ain't never seen no thou wow

Skinny dime bags my hoes bad like I'm Bow Wow

Eastside, baby, take this yerk now, we in Poundtown

we got this bitch bumpin throw a yarty tear the house down

Arch yo back off this essy she gon' get wild

she finally got the cooch , she let me bump, and I went wild

Hopped out, just caught a opp now, we rollin' loud

Freaky roller, bitch, ain't worth shit, only good for miles

We send shots, fuck a vest, I got him head-tapped (tap that head)

Custo keys fiening ' for the dog, I gave him Xanthrax

Got a ride with bows in the trunk, lay in a spandex

Got it out the mud with my bloody, get your hands wet

Bitch, I'm tryna bust chili, dodge cases (dodge cases)

Hey!!

Cup holder for this trish, wok or quagen

Hey, Ben Franklin, I'm tryna be rich, not famous (being patient)

Hit it out the park like I'm jeter on the Yankees

K-Rolled, this nigga whole 6 , I feel janky

Steppin' in the ritz just thanking you, God, that we made it, nigga