Neiman & Marcus Don't Know You

On our day grind and get a nigga flippped Princess cuts on my wrist like an emo bitch Done mud walked in Neimans twice, I don't need no help This forty bulging on my hip, I don't need no belt Luke Skywalkin', pints caulkin', I'm an addict Come get slippy with the knock knock bandits The Stinc man will come supply my Grammys I guess that's a double whammy Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools Nigga Neiman and Marcus don't even know you Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools Nigga Neiman and Marcus don't even know you Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo Clown niggas, niggas be actors Laughing in them Baly jeans for fashion These niggas act up, I'm whamming niggas in traffic You can't run that far, I'm driving the Nascar I'm blatant if I'm pagan shit, nigga if it's vacancy Man down, tape the scene, blood on my Maison sneaks They can see, play with me, we ain't finna make a scene You ain't gettin' bread so you hate on me basically Big Banc Uchies on the dashboard and the sink The last one was off a Stinc, high as fuck off the Stinc Wired up, hard to blink, niggas need they offering Niggas just be poppin' it, the grey bags is all around Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools Nigga Neiman and Marcus don't even know you Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo Niggas talking all this money and this fly shit on Pro Tools Nigga Neiman and Marcus don't even know you Niggas talkin' all these coupes, where the dash, where your logo In the back of your Snapchat is a Volvo They be doin' all this popping and all this fly shit and all that. talking about all these coupes and shit niggas driving. Back of your Snapchat, '96 Volvo. Niggas talkin' all that, poppin' all that fly shit and all that shit. All that shit on Pro Tools and all that. That shit sound good, shit nigga, in person You got busted ass Air Forces, motherfuckers yellow at the bottom, Just keep poppin' that shit though nigga. All that boosting niggas doing nigga. Come on fool. All that stealing and shit niggas doing fool. Acting like they blowing bands and all that. Come on fool, we know you. The window shopper, nigga Neiman and Marcus don't even know you