P.B.T.M. (feat. WesSide & Teauxb)

I'm a high fashion, high class figure Them pinky rings on my finger I'm putting these boys through the wringer like that If she come around she getting attached to it My influence, this pretty boy Trap fly music my take to it Them chrome hearts got me ruthless couple stacks on this fashion Just to rededicate passion Flashing London Man in my caption Walk and talk and breathe it in fact I'ma turn it up just like that Look I already told y'all I'm not a thug I'm too handsome to rap Too pretty to cap, too dapper to trap The Debonair Don when I'm on the track Uh, I put fashion over my feelings Fear of God when I see Jesus Harvest time, it's Burberry season Cartier's on in my thesis I got that Marni, that Marni, that Marni , that Marni , that Marni on me Shopping designer is my therapy The cross on my chest still TGFE I practice whatever I preach But is that gonna make me a preacher I'm doing whatever I teach You reaching, I'm grabbing the heat out Tell me you do not believe that But I believe that he really gon' be back Do you really care if Jesus gonna be black? I really don't think that you mean it I learned me a lesson Sometimes your confession is treacherous Someone ain't wants you to hurt learned being honest, ain't always that questioning Someone ain't wise, you giving the word Learning the message is best Giving out by your actions By the strength of your words Why would I talk and skip all the walking I feel the difference, it's deep in my nerves I feel like I'm, I'm feeling anemic Ice water on my pinky Diamonds looking like Fiji I'm about to make my Jesus piece freezy Pissing off my demons Got all my angels got me feeling dizzy Showing out every evening Pretty boy trap music got her fiending, yeah I put the hell on my track No, I'm not giving it back Yeah, I'm too handsome to rap But way better using these words Use just a noun and a verb Subject and predicate hooks and a verse Believe me, that's half what you heard Live on the corner, I swing and I swerve Need me a bag, but I'll take me a purse, sure You think I won't charge these words Heaven forbid, I'm way too mature Long as the lesson, I'm spitting is pure Don't need to pretend, so please call me sir As God is my witness, I will not burn I be the reason they toss and they turn The handsomeest check is what I should earn I'm way too comfortable to be concerned I know my worth so I let the cash burn The flyest to most, so simple to learn That pretty boy fly without trapping them birds Don't need to pretend, I'm way too secure Please put it together with ease Slicing that pie so I'm knowing my piece P-B-T-M meet that T-G-F-E Y'all finna learn about playing with me Specs Pretty Boy Trap Music