​​​heavy on fashion

[Verse]
Hell yeah, I fuck with your style
I know she freak, goin' wild
Look at my feet, ran a mile
Look at my feet, ran a drill
Taking like too many Benadryl's
Number (N)ine tee with a big blood spill
I know some niggas that put down that pressure
Lonely and feeling depression
Hit him hard, knock out his septum
Beat him up like we on Capcom
Sitting back, sipping that Lipton
Alien nigga from Krypton
I used to go window shopping
Ksubi jeans, that I'm copping
Cheat on me then I'm cropping
Back then momma was my stylist
Now I'm my own damn stylist
Bad bitch said, "Oh, you so stylish"
Can't fuck with her 'cause the mileage
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Drugs got me so slow-oh-oh-oh
But I'm getting up now
Bitches see me like what's up now
I don't even know what's real
I don't even know who to trust now
Walk out thе shop with a buss down
Shoutout Jay, we smoking three-fives
This shit strong, I can't see now
Wherе the fucking Visine now?
Cip told me put that lean down
Cip told me quit the lean
Punch a nigga in his teeth
Now I got blood on my jeans
Woke up, had to flee