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Yeah
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me

I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high

Cutting the fabric I'm stacking like major
Designing this fits and they call me creator
Drip on my body I'm moving like tailor
I don't need an invite no need for a favor
Gucci my shades they custom from Paris
Pockets too heavy they stretch like elastic
Fashion my lane I'm moving with tactics
Came from the bottom with nothing now I got racks

Hopping out the jet just to sew the deal
Bags full of linen, that's fashion for real
Streetwear to the runway I master the field
Labels want me but they know I'm too trill

Gold on my neck I don't do this for the show
Drip on my body every stich is a glow
Talking that talk I be changing the code
Fashion king pen yeah you already know

Yeah you already know
Yeah you already know
Yeah you already know
Yeah you already

I'm different like this
Moving with a fit
Top of the list
You know I'm legit
Hunneds all over
It's never gonna quit
Fashion my lane
And I'm built for it
Check it how I flip it yeah I'm up in my zone
Drip on my body it's fresh to the bone
Sitting on this cash and I'm never alone
I'm in my bag yeah I'm setting the tone

Yeah
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me
Hunned on me

I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high
I'm getting high



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Guillen
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