High Cla$$

bitch wanna fuck cuz my dimonds i be that pretty boy shining iced out patek on my neck and you know i got the timing early bird getting the worm feeling high class like a bird colder and icyer than your freezer running it back and i crash when i swerve cutting up traffick like im a cleaver number 1 chef in the kitchen dicking her down and im fucking the biscuits got so much money cant count on my digets bitch u a baby u still playing with figets bitch im steak gang and im breaking the bank 50 a gallon im filling the tank this gas is too loud i cant hear what u sayin im running around feel like Sadam Hussain i keep an ak an im spraying and praying them fighting my demons this aint no vacation you probably live in ur grand mamas basement fuck what u sayin you probably stink you couldnt form. a thought if u think i fuck a model bitch over sink shout out to durk for shouting out me now im shouting out the jeans saint laroren on my feet saint laroren on the socks saint laroren glock clutching and ducking im ready to squeeze