Retch - HIGH END lyrics

[Intro] Givenchy sh** from Paris, man, you know what I'm saying? Christian Loubiton, Dolce and Gabana, Fendi and Margiela sh** like that, uh, Ferragamo [Verse] Yo, $3000 on the outfit, I'm just rocking black The opposition dump pistols and we shot 'em back Had junkies nod in front my crib, they was high on smack K caught a body off his dope, they gave him 5 for that But he straight though, I talked to him just the other day though Caught me, I was pouring Tech inside the Faygo Hidden Hills on my lay low, with a thot resembling J Lo School up to this sh**, mold n***as' b**hes just like Play-Doh, uh sh**, I had b**hes way from Russia down to Daygo with it The head was cool, but what you bringing to the table, b**h Most times you find these hoes ain't got none to offer Steady texting, steady calling, I just press, ignore 'em Connect just flew in way from Bora Bora Talking imports, make a mule out somebody daughter Never punch the clock but I was taking orders Not getting bossed neither, got it in, this raw cheaper 40 b**hes at the mansion and they all divas Got some bands, going brazy, and they all Visas Put my dick inside the throat of a tall skeezer Broke talking down on broke n***as, you don't ball neither No some young n***as scamming, tryna burn banks [?] was my n***a 'til he turned state Still can't believe they sent the peoples from me Had me shacking down, no parties on the weekend for me I swear the Draco, it be speaking to me Like, "Take me to their spot and send 'em to the reaper with me" Gotta tell him, "Drake, chill" like Aubrey tweeting And sh**, I'm back selling Ps 'cause it's harvest season Designer down, running plates, call up all the boosters And my n***as moving water like Moses do Not talking Fiji, n***a, we talking leaky, n***a Did my time in population, you was PC, n***a Sneakers Gucci but my t-shirt come from DG, n***a It's like your vision, I don't see these n***as, nah Put my new sh** on repeat, n***a He can't stop me, you can't reach me, n***a, uh Like, haha, Fastmoney, b**h