Tommy Hilfigher
How yall tripping bout hoes that you don't even know
Pick em over your bro's cut them outta of the picture
It's me vs them in my prime and the odds been against me
Just watch how I'm clearing the fixture
It's me and the cup vs the world
I'm getting the cup, I'm making a devilish mixture
Fuck all these niggas
Say it again I said fuck all these niggas
Picking a bitch over picking your brothers is bitch nigga shit
I said fuck all these niggas
I'm up in the stu I been cooking alone but I look at the numbers
I keep getting bigger
The hate getting bigger
It's hoes over bro's that's some shit I done figured
Goyard for the racks it's not Tommy Hilfigher
Grinding alone gotta make me a figure
But I love the designer fashion so imma go stop by at Fendi and spend a lil figure
I been running laps but they ain't ever notice
You niggas is trash left you out in the shitter
I drip out in Gucci a designer hitter
You heard what I said better stop acting bitter
Up in a 4 door I'm the same baby
We taking over we told em it's over
These niggas been looking at us like we crazy
I been tryna run from the wock, kicking the cup
Feel like I'm trapped in a maze
Stilpane syrup this shit is amazing
Racks in the duffel I'm grinding for days
You switched for a bitch man that shit had me fazed
Pick em over your bro's cut them outta of the picture
It's me vs them in my prime and the odds been against me
Just watch how I'm clearing the fixture
It's me and the cup vs the world
I'm getting the cup, I'm making a devilish mixture
Fuck all these niggas
Say it again I said fuck all these niggas
Picking a bitch over picking your brothers is bitch nigga shit
I said fuck all these niggas
I'm up in the stu I been cooking alone but I look at the numbers
I keep getting bigger
The hate getting bigger
It's hoes over bro's that's some shit I done figured
Goyard for the racks it's not Tommy Hilfigher
Grinding alone gotta make me a figure
But I love the designer fashion so imma go stop by at Fendi and spend a lil figure
I been running laps but they ain't ever notice
You niggas is trash left you out in the shitter
I drip out in Gucci a designer hitter
You heard what I said better stop acting bitter
Up in a 4 door I'm the same baby
We taking over we told em it's over
These niggas been looking at us like we crazy
I been tryna run from the wock, kicking the cup
Feel like I'm trapped in a maze
Stilpane syrup this shit is amazing
Racks in the duffel I'm grinding for days
You switched for a bitch man that shit had me fazed
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Writer(s): Tshimollo Loubert
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