All these cuts on my rist make it hard to affend me

Yo bitch in my line yea she say it get drippy

No top on that coop yea she say it’s too windy

These **** they envy

These **** pratend me

Givenchy Givenchy Givenchy Givenchy

My belt cost 450

It hold up the glic

Givenchy

It’s straight to the top and the gang come wit me

Givenchi on my feet! yea they cost like 850

And on the set if you broke then you can’t fuc wit me! Chasing chesticks wit my my Yungin yea they been wit me

Keep the 40 tukked if it’s up then it’s up wit me

Givenchey giony Versace balency

It’s straight to the top

But we came from the trenches

Yo bitch I’m my line cus I drip like a foset

That Chop by the fendi it hang in my clauses clauset