PJ Kid lyrics

[Intro]
Rok on the track, yeah

[Chorus]
Smoking on dope, got hydro pills
Hi-Tech pint, I'm popping seals
Ten band, hundred band, 'nother few mill'
Look at my teeth, your rent, my grill
And I rock Alexander Wang
b*tches flying in from Spain
PJ kid, man, f*ck a plane
Inside red, I blew out the brain
Shoutout lil' Rok on God, I swear I'll blow him up right now
Whole lotta O's in my bank account
Whole lotta bad b*tches wanna f*ck me now (b*tches wanna f*ck)
'Tech in my gut
Pull the Benz truck up
Put the kush in my blunt
My b*tch got a fat ass, you can't touch
Geeked off an Adderall, feel that rush (I'm on a Addy now)

[Verse]
Walked in the studio, they all looked at me funny
Like who this white kid mixing Ambush with Armani?
30 round clip like Tommy
f*ckin' hoes on Murakami
Putting di*k in your lil' b*tch tummy
Warren Lotas, not no Tommy
I don't wear no Tommy tee
When I do anything, they copy me
Ballin' every season like Roddy, B
I'm different, I'm a damn anomaly
On God, you see, my pockets be
[?], I told Lil Tecca I'm speaking that guapanese
Make it hard to be forgotten, me
I'm f*ckin' a ho with no condom