louis vuitton monogrammed mind control yo

ugly niggas lookin’ funny in them rugby polos

a slave to the logos, prisoner of that bogo

from the hipsters sniffin’ coke to the posers in soho

hunnies in platform heels lettin clowns cop feels

shakin’ her ass in tights to that electric eel

major lazers couldn’t graze her when she’s dressed to kill

she can’t sit still, so bartender give her two more shots!

bloke bullets, niggas wavin them finger glocks

& then it gets too hot, light up a spliff down the block

the cyphers so enticing since u already feelin’ nice

but the bitch that u don’t like decides to fuck up ya night &

start a fight; party’s over, thanks to the bitch wit’ no composure.

fuck it, we’ll do it all again, tomorrow. because we never learn.