New Fye!

(Huh, huh, huh)
I'm on fire
I'm on fire
We on fire
We on fire
Yea, step on my Rick Owens, you gon' die (huh, huh, huh)
Step on you for hoein', lose your life (huh, huh, huh)
I copped a G-Wagon
Yea, I copped a G-Wagon (huh, huh, huh)
Wide body kit on that bitch, cuz these lanes ain't for sharin'
Yea, uh, one for my parents
Yuh, one for my parents
And I got new Givenchy on, it's imported from Paris
Yea, I copped a new fit for my brother, I ain't even stutter, that boy lookin' fly as shit
I know that my jeans undiscovered, yea, these likе no other, you can't even find this shit
I might just go buy mе a rubber, cuz this bitch a dubber, she love my designer kicks
Just might go fuck up another with twin and my brother, cuz she tryna give me spits, yea
I'm high as shit, hold on
I'm high as shit, wait
I'm high as shit, hold on
I'm high as shit, wait
I'm high as shit, there's no way