It was such a long day, and I'm off that purple drank
I'm so lost, I don't think I'll make it home
She see me in Alyx, but bitch, I am just tweakin'
You can have Givenchy in my closet, I got more
Yeah, this bitch such a zombie, she suck my skin, yeah
I got diamonds, hell yeah
Diamonds on my chest, yeah
Baguettes on my neck, yeah
I got all this stress, yeah
Styrofoam with the red, yeah
Put a bag on your head, yeah
Zombie bitch, she bad, yeah
You give me a bad day, so I give you a bad year
Yeah, my jeans is fitted, yeah
Tryna get a milli, yeah
I'm gon' be a millionaire
Oh, you don't think, yeah, bitch, wanna bet?
Yeah, you must've hit your head
Bitch, are you delusional, or did you take that X
Either way, lil' bitch, yeah, you turn into my ex
Yeah, you think I'm fresh as f*ck you like the way I dress
Yeah, you got problems I don't think has ever been addressed
Yeah, I heard that you just moved, I'ma need that new address
Yeah, come give me your number, you can send that shit on text
She see the Chrome Hearts, and she mad at what I spent
Zombie bitch, she suck me dead
Zombie bitch, suckin' on my flesh
She tryna mess up all my checks
She got wok', and I got red
I can't do this shit no more
Lately, I been wanting more
She want the designer stores
I get that Christian Dior
I get these bitches that's foreign
Whippin' a Hellcat that's stolen
I can feel a blizzard comin', yeah, I think it's close to stormin'
I got an obsession for money, I don't think that shit normal
I just put an AP Skelly on my wrist, that shit is frozen
All these people wanna look so take a pic, but I'm not posing
I just put some crosses on my jeans, and now you think I'm holy
Yeah, they start to think somethin' wrong when you don't show emotion
F*ck you, bitch, stay out my business, yeah, I meant that shit I spoken, yeah
It was such a long day, and I'm off that purple drank
I'm so lost, I don't think I'll make it home
And yes, I'm in that Vetements
I'm startin' to feel better than, the man I was before
Such a long day, it was my off day
Well, at least I'm home
She say she like the crosses on my jeans, she like the Chrome