Punk Nova - High Fashion

Yeah, what do you know about this?
I'm rocking all black Raf Simons, I swear to god I can't miss
I was in Fashion Week, New York, and I went right there with my goddamn bitch
Next week, we flew to LA now i'm at Rodeo, I'm lookin' for Ricks
I got high fashion on my kicks, and I still ain't leave my home
Try to ID my fit, swear to god you can't find this Chrome
Talking bout "imma hit you" like lil boy what is you talking bout, leave me alone
I'm rocking Middleman and Undercover swear to god this shit ain't even in the store
Can't even find this shit across the globe
You can only find it in my crib
I ain't never ever ever ever had to go down there to Saks Fifth
I ain't never had to buy shit
I ain't never had to buy a thing
6k Chrome Heart rings
Hell no I don't rock Supreme
I rock 1017 ALYX, I got a Rick lanyard for my keys
I gotta get the money then I leave, Raf Simons boots go up to my knees
Fuck 12, I ain't even in the streets
Fuck that, get money then repeat
I got new goals and new dreams, I put it on with ease
Yeah, what do you know about this?
I'm rocking all black Raf Simons, I swear to god I can't miss
I was in Fashion Week, New York, and I went right there with my goddamn bitch
Next week, we flew to LA now i'm at Rodeo, I'm lookin' for Ricks
I got high fashion on my kicks, and I still ain't leave my home
Try to ID my fit, swear to god you can't find this Chrome
Talking bout "imma hit you" like lil boy what is you talking bout, leave me alone
I'm rocking Middleman and Undercover swear to god this shit ain't even in the store

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Punk Nova

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