Margiela Throw Blanket

[Intro]
Pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy, pretty boy

[Verse 1]
Pretty boy Kurt I done came up from nothing
Either you rock with the kid or you frontin'
She used to dub me when I was down bad
But now she be telling her friends that we fucking
He ain’t on nothing
VVS diamonds they dancing the crunkin’
KMD dropped and I ain’t even done yet
I’m in the telly with hollows, and bottles, and models from London
I hit with no cuffin’
Ten in the face and her body straight bussin’
I’m in the drop doing donuts no Dunkin’
We spun the block in the dead of night why the fuck was you ducking
Got my white tee on
I’m getting money not worried what he on
I kiss ‘em on the forehead you a peon
Play with me I’ll play the two like I’m Dion… wait
I don’t be stressing I’m good on my own
I roam through your hood with eight bands on my dome
And please don’t compare us, these niggas my clones
I don’t got a heart, ‘less we talking chrome
I don’t got the time ‘less we talking money
I won’t crack a smile cause ain’t nothing funny
I sip Pellegrino’s mixed with 1800
I ran up the check then ran off with his honey

[Break]
Yeah yeah yeah, reporting live from the motherfucking five-one
Broke ass nigga we don’t got shit to discuss
Get the fuck from out my face with that shit
Niggas got me fucked up for real
Pulled up in a spaceship but no we do not come in peace
Shit I might have to turn up on ‘em real quick
Shit lemme take the chain off real quick

[Verse 2]
We never heard of you
Hit me a buck on the free and I’m swerving through
I cut the head off a snake no convertible
Money so tall I climb up and look down from that bitch and got vertigo
I’m in my Birkin ho
Please don’t get hit with this Uzi no vertical
You ain’t no thug, you a square, you an Urkel
Them boys ain’t ya man’s I could throw him some bred and he’ll flip like a burger do
These niggas jealous
We pull up spinning the block like propellers
Made a withdrawal gave a tip to my teller
We not the same, bitch ya shit from the mall, and my shit is Margiela
These bum bitches bore me
No we can’t talk features you got less that 4 g’s
Got two burner phones I can’t trap from the 4g
My brother make hits with the drake like 40, op pack is my forte
My neck cold as winter
I got me a Be right beside me like Jigga
Deposit just hit and my knot a bit thicker
Hit East 57th, I swipe left and right in that ho like it’s tinder
It’s cream of crop you cropped out the picture
These bum niggas mad while I’m just getting richer
This Glock got a beam and it came with a Richard
Put hands on the team make him reach for Big Dipper