HANAZAWA Oliver Francis

[Chorus]
Ay, Bleach blonde boy, call me Oli Hanazawa (Ooh)
All black Timbs, yellin', "Fuck Balenciaga" (Fuck)
Boy, you gettin' robbed, tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara"
Tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara," uh
Bleach blonde boy, call me Oli Hanazawa (Hanazawa)
All black Timbs, yellin', "Fuck Balenciaga" (Fuck)
Boy, you gettin' robbed, tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara," ay, yuh
Tell your girlfriend, "Sayonara"

[Verse]
Knock you out your Retro's like I'm All Might
Feelin' like I'm Metro, prod is so tight
Uzumaki diamonds doin' spirals on my left wrist
Damier all on my waist, I know you see them checks, bitch
Qui Gon Jinn up in this blunt, I'm smokin' on that light green
My drip on 2006, like, oh, I think they like me
Ridin' 'round in the two-door
My bitch twistin' up the spliff
Champagne on the floorboards, that's some rich boy shit
You live with your parents
I touch down in Paris
It's raining out, I dropped the top
I'm draped up in Arc'teryx
I touched down in London, Burnout Boys, we international
I'm counting up big blue hundreds, you know all my jeans is Kapital
I flex 'cause that's all I know
Size eleven Jordan Four's
Fuckin' with Lil' Oli F
The F, it stand for Fendi, bro
I been duckin' L's like I'm allergic to them shits
I need the finest garments so I'm splurgin' on this shit, bitch