Brand New (High Fashion) lyrics

[Intro]
Clayco on the beat

[Chorus]
Brand new packs in (Packs in), I got brand new racks in, yeah (Racks in)
Rockstar, Marilyn Manson, yeah (Manson)
Yeah, lil' b*tch, I'm tapped in, yeah
And my b*tch she tapped in, yeah
b*tch I drip, high fashion, yeah
Catch my opp, he disappear and they don’t know what happened, yeah
b*tch, I came up on them racks, I can’t go back to trappin’, yeah
Chop sticks, sound like tap-dance, yeah
b*tch, we 'bout that action, yeah
My b*tch got a fat ass, yeah, let me hit backwards
All I know is count cash and that my backwoods fatter

[Verse]
Yeah, lean all in my bladder
Count that sh*t up, count it backwards
This ho' said she like my pants, I told that b*tch I didn't ask her
Yeah, b*tch, my ice Alaska, and she count too slow, told her, "Count it faster"
Drеads hang long like that n*gga Slash, man
And these n*ggas my sons so thеy not no bast*rds
Yeah, cash, I ran it up, man, I been had that b*tch and I'm done with her
My boy always ride with his gun, can't have fun with him
We always turnt, lil' b*tch, no, you can't come with us
We in here turnt, lil' b*tch, no, you can't f*ck with us
Smoke me a blunt just to get me my focus up
b*tch so bad that I can't even focus, bruh
She suck me up and I just keep on smokin', bruh
[Chorus]
Brand new packs in (Packs in), I got brand new racks in, yeah (Racks in)
Rockstar, Marilyn Manson, yeah (Manson)
Yeah, lil' b*tch, I'm tapped in, yeah
And my b*tch she tapped in, yeah
b*tch I drip, high fashion, yeah
Catch my opp, he disappear and they don’t know what happened, yeah
b*tch, I came up on them racks, I can’t go back to trappin’, yeah
Chop sticks, sound like tap-dance, yeah
b*tch, we 'bout that action, yeah
My b*tch got a fat ass, yeah, let me hit backwards
All I know is count cash and that my backwoods fatter