Rick Owens Weiland

[Intro]
Ayy, I'm dressed up in Rick Owens, head to toe
I'm dressed up in Rick Owens, head to toe
Yeah

[Chorus]
I just hit a juug at the Gucci store
I'm just flippin' bricks and I'm pourin' fours
When I go to trap, I'm dressed up in Dior
Your MCM a lame, he flexin' Michael Kors
Yes, I'm dressed up in Rick Owens, head to toe
Yes, I'm dressed up in Rick Owens, head to toe
Yes, I'm dressed up in Rick Owens, head to toe
Yes, I'm dressed up in Rick Owens, head to toe

[Verse 1]
I really hate that stress, so I'm smokin' dope
She wanna be my savage, yeah, she grip the pole
You know I don't wife no thot you little silly hoe, oh no, no no
Yeah, you know I'm rockin' heart, that CDG
But I'm feeling T'd up off this THC
Finessin' all these cards, I just hit a juug
I just spent five grand on a Persian rug
Yeah, flexin' on you with a pair of Uggs
Your girlfriend in love with me 'cause I sell her drugs
Yeah, the trap house smelling like a pound of bud
I serve all the fiends, yes, I am the plug
Had to push some mountains but they wouldn't budge
So I hit up Pablo told him sell 'em by the bunch
I pull up in the function just so I can stunt
I pull off fifty bands and she wanna fuck
Don't try to hit me up when I got my clout up
Cause you never knew me when my funds was looking rough
Louis on my waist, push them back, I need my space
I'm wearing Number (N)ine's
KSwisha!