Prêt-à-Porter

[Intro]
Yo, DJ SMOKEY
What you stealing boxes fo’?
What you tryna build, a clubhouse?
This real drank music

[Hook]
I’m on the oxy and I’m talking too abrasive
Put my morals on my brace—
I’m on the oxy and I’m talking too abrasive
Put my morals on my brace—
I’m on the oxy and I’m talking too abrasive
Put my morals on my bracelet
Your opinions like a file you can save
I don’t sip it [?] (Oh) (Nuke Radio)
My tongue, my taste, man (Oh)
If they have my size I’m in amazement
Made the Phillip Plein rolling in the basement (Oh, oh, DJ SMOKEY)
I’m on the oxy and I’m talking too abrasive
Put my morals on my bracelet
Your opinions like a file you can save
I don’t sip it [?] (Oh) (Nuke Radio)

[Verse]
The mirror is still face down
I can see the logo in thе corner (Oh)
I’m on SSENSE on my phone placing an order
Margiеla shoes, prêt-à-porter (Oh)
Sipped your cup it taste like water (Oh)
That’s too bad (Too bad)
I feel like my b— (Oh), when I wear my Prada bag (Oh)
Cup got me jet-lagged (Oh, oh, oh)
That’s too bad (Bad)
When I wear my Prada purse, they think that I’m a f— (Oh)
Oh, oh, oh