Stuck AF

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah I like haven't slept in like two days The fuck is up with me? I'ma do that shit though, that's fact Okay [Chorus] Maison Margiela, I'm rocking the fashion Call up the plug and he getting the pack in Swimming through hundreds, I'm getting the laps in Studio night after night with the tracks in Shit get too much Runtz got me stuck Hold up, wait, they got me fucked Hold up, wait [Verse] They say, "Kura, why you spend so much money on Forgi?" This bitch was horny, I told her, "Let's orgy" I don't like 'Hana's, they too full and boring I bought the 'Gatti, I feel like I'm soaring You ain't running the check then go get them racks up Yeah, I get the bread whеn I'm putting the cap up Green just be stacking, I'm counting an apple Focusеd on fashion, I ain't even a rapper Which one I'm wearing? Dior or Mihara? I don't shoot but my boy send them choppers to oppers Yeah, [?] [?] for the hundreds, don't care 'bout some drama [?] beating and it got a grill guard Walking in public, yeah, don't need a real guard Kura, you'll make it, yeah, you going real far Once I get rich, buy my family some new cars My family, I feed it New girl, I'ma treat her Get money, repeat it Yeah, see it Yeah, she gon' believe it Talk so crazy 'bout me, boy Better delete it [Chorus] Maison Margiela, I'm rocking the fashion Call up the plug and he getting the pack in Swimming through hundreds, I'm getting the laps in Studio night after night with the tracks in Shit get too much Runtz got me stuck Hold up, wait, they got me fucked Hold up, wait Maison Margiela, I'm rocking the fashion Call up the plug and he getting the pack in Swimming through hundreds, I'm getting the laps in Studio night after night with the tracks in Shit get too much Runtz got me stuck Hold up, wait, they got me fucked Hold up, wait [Verse 2] Fly to Japan, I'm rocking fashion, I got Issey, Issey That bitch, yeah, she talking, she so crazy, she so picky, picky [?] I rock Helmut Lang, yeah, you rock Dickies, Dickies Undercover '85 from Grailed and they don't even fit me Carry my team on my back Buy out the store to the max Buying the sneakers, they taxed Detroit Vlone cap I put my brothers on I put them in Prada, boy Don't call my cellphone I won't even answer, boy