Wait, have you seen?

That outfit's clean, mean, moving like I'm a machine.

I stepped out the crib young now I'm top way on the scene I stepped out the crib young now I'm top way on the scene

All these designers on me.

Wait, have you seen?

The outfit's clean, mean, moving like I'm a machine.

I stepped out the crib, young, now I'm top way on the scene I stepped out the crib, young, now I'm top way on the scene

All these designers on me.

Raffle on me.

Told to go, please.

This ain't a Timex, these diamonds are buyin', bitch, this a Rollie.

Bling, blow, Nike, my sneak.

Gucci and green.

We don't do fashion, we dress how we want and it come like a zine.

They dub you Anderson Attire Gigi Train is with the fire Butterflies all over my jacket

Loud as fuck and that's a racket.

I look sweet with them flowers.

Creepy baby, I got powers.

Penguins play with my hair for hours.

Fucking by bitches in Marriott showers.

Quotes are building up aloud.

Oto looking like a cloud, trying to make the man proud.

Now a headline, but I was in the crowd.

Bathing April on my frames Black on black and black and round Fashion week we went to Florence

If you want me, I'm around.

All's that goes, I put it down.

And he never put it down.

I was lost and now I'm found.

Send an end up in the ground.

I wish it was like I'm Diggy.

It's a feel, man, I'm jiggy.

Not in hell, I'm getting leaky.

Foreign baddie in my city.

Wait, have you seen?

That outfit's clean, mean, moving like I'm a machine

I stepped out the crib, young, now I'm top boy on the scene I stepped out the crib, young, now I'm top boy on the scene

All these designers on me.

Wait, have you seen?

The outfits clean, mean, moving like I'm a machine.

I stepped out the crib young, now I'm top way on the scene.

I stepped out the crib young, now I'm top way on the scene.

All these designers on me Prima on my trunks Tuna steak, I'm having lunch Tie up my braids in a bunch

I got no rats in my bunch I got no rats in my gang Imma cop it if it's Nang Too much style, I wear trash Drop it proper, make it bang Can't do the dap, you ain't gang

That boy snip because he sang.

Cool with him, you can't hang.

Old season, Alexander Wang.

Converse, JW, Anderson I picked my fit in the Radisson I took my pissed off to Madison I put that chick in the Addison

My shoes in the boot and my bracelet is Louis I go hard, I ain't poppin' no Pooey Chasin' the money, ain't bustin' no Yui Early out grindin', the garden is Dewey

The brilliant Louis.

Heart, no bluey.

Money, no yooey.

I'm grinding, it's Dewey.

Wait, have you seen?

The outfit's clean, mean, moving like I'm a machine.

I stepped out the crib young, now I'm top way on the scene I stepped out the crib young, now I'm top way on the scene

All these designers on me.

Wait, have you seen?

The outfits clean, mean, moving like I'm a machine.

I stepped out the crib young, now I'm top way on the scene I stepped out the crib young, now I'm top way on the scene

Put it designers on me.