​plastik heart ​tana

[Chorus]
R.I.P Issey Miyake
I told that treesh she want top me
And I tote Hilfiger like Tommy
Forgot to fuck your bitch don't remind me
And I'm tryna get rich, for all of my brothers
I'm tryna get rich for my mommy
I told my bitch my paper don't fold, that shit not origami
These niggas tripping thinking I'ma go, pussy boy I'm so slimy
In that Hell Kitty and I'm taking off
Cause 12 right behind me
Shit get spicy like wasabi
Either you like me or don't like me
Take a nigga ankles like I'm Kyrie
Got a plastic heart like I'm Miley

[Verse]
Let me slow down, I been moving too fast
When I come around, yeah that Cognac D’ussé
I'ma be geeked as fuck, give a fuck what you say
I took the top off the toupee
I'ma fuck your bitch today
And I'm just tryna hit it (I'm just tryna hit it, I'm trying)
We can go out on a Tuesday
And I'm trying to fuck why you playing with me?
And I'm trying to fuck why you playing with me?