Style On This

You overthink situations, I just get it in
See I ain't even settling for everything
I want more, I cop shit you can't afford
Holiday away in Spain, bitch bonjour
All my German is over the top, like that girl with no top
Girl like we're fucking, you know my rhymes hit the spot
Screaming at your speaker, baby don't stop
But my crew get it in till we hit the top
Are we gon' stop? I guess not
Cause we hot and they're not
And then, just like that, they go and reach for their Glock
But I keep it so fresh to death
Cause we kill clothes like we're literally popping tags
Pull out with 20 bags, but who cares?
Money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure does help
Bitches tryna make beats and they need a bit of help
They got one hit track, now they're feeling their self
How can I help?

Watch how I style on this, I go foul on this
Red card, I go hard, run a mile on this
Don't go and diss, cause you're dissing the don
They hate cause I'm climbing to the top like King Kong
You're dead wrong, I put my soul on all of my songs
I flow tighter, whiter than your girl in a thong
I ain't a fighter, I'm a writer, style hot like a lighter
Been in my position, never felt righter
Then skydive, haha, bye bye bye
Cause I bounce back now, where you just lie lie
Mic in my hand, you carry a five five
Walk into Gucci, might spend five fives
I'm just being me, living how I feel free
So feel free to envy me
Then they might see the style in everything, clothes in everything
That's the reason I ain't settling for everything