JFK - Two-9, Key!, Jace

Aye fuck a pop up shop nigga

Closet look like a pop up shop nigga

Pop up, get popped nigga

These niggas want bite, these niggas want mimic me

Top down, I’m feeling like Kennedy

She love me, I know that she love me, that’s literally

I’m making the money, I make it deliberately

I’m the one they want, they want

I’m the one they want, they want

I’m the one they want, they want

I’m the one they want, they want

These niggas gon' hate and try to belittle me

Screenshottin' my pics, I know that she feeling me

She toppin' me off, I tell her it tickle me

I fuck on her once, no she can’t chill with me

Don’t know what they want from the kid though

Living life fast, but I sip slow

Rolling a blunt, take it to the face

Leave me alone on my V-lone

I spend a check on my denim

Y-3's and Raf Simmons

Human Made and Rick Owens

Niggas actin' like I owe ‘em, bitch