Balenciaga

Sketchers looking like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes looking like the Prada
Whole fit lit, it cost me nada
Bitches always talking, I give them all nada
I’m so fly, I don’t even try

I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don’t dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes
Looking like a milli’ but I only cost twenty
Smoking big gas

And damn it smell funny
Ain’t a fucking thing that no one could tell me
I drop the fits and I drop the hits
Pull the alarm as soon as it’s lit
Bitches be pressed I make bitches sick
Bitches be mad I blow them a kiss

Drip everywhere on account of the clothes
I’m going dumb switch up on my flow
I be right up when I’m down ten toes
Always make a lot of money selling out my shows
Anime lit

And I’m blessed with the drip
Baby biohazard
The slime go real quick
Money a knot
And it look like a cyst

I smoke ‘em big choppers, go get me a zip
Sketchers looking like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes looking like the Prada
Whole fit lit
It cost me nada

Bitches always talking I give them all nada
I’m so fly, I don’t even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don’t dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes
I take a sip

Sip apple juice
I know I’m fly
I know I’m cute
Bitches clout chase
And they act hella rude

My priorities straight I don’t know about you
Is that Vetements
Yves Saint Laurent?
Is it Off-White
Or Comme des Garcons?
My imagination

I do what I want
If I look broke
‘Cause don’t give a fuck
Is that Chanel
Or basic as hell?
Is that retail

Or is that resale?
I look so fly
You can’t even tell
They all spending money
I just get free, yeah
Sketchers looking like Balenciaga
Thrift clothes looking like the Prada

Whole fit lit
It cost me nada
Bitches always talking I give them all nada
I’m so fly, I don’t even try
I get so high, I can touch the sky
Dress for myself, I don’t dress for hype
I dress for myself, you dress for the likes