Walkin' stylish, puttin' on Prada Don't got a stylist, yeah, racks in my hand You said, can't trust what you said I know niggas fake They switch up like everyday, they switch up like everyday I see that you talk 'bout my face, yeah I see them jewels, but that's fake, huh I see them jewels, but that's fake, oh, yeah I-I-I had to go through some shit (some shit, pew) Damn, my boy turned on me quick I got this 30 equipped (Equipped, pew) They caught me lackin', I slip Put my chain on and it shines like a disk If they pull me over, they're not findin' shit Got Givenchy and Maison on me, fire kicks Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh Ayy, walkin' stylish, puttin' on Prada, uh Don't got a stylist, yeah, racks in my hand You said, can't trust what you said I know niggas fake They switch up like everyday, they switch up like everyday