Lyrics: nuji yuka
Music: nuji yuka
Yeah
Rickies on my feet, I'm a big stepper
Yeah, mix the fendi jeans, I'll lead a flock like shepards
Nah you can't cop a feel, it ain't worth the effort
Don't even bring your shit to me, leave it on the record
There's no cause for celebration, there's no party involved
It's only me doin' this shit and I ain't doin for some'
You ain't got bands so we ain't talkin', I just do it for sums
Paid in advance, I'm obligated to preorder a ton
**** you talkin' 'bout some rest, but I ain't finna cap
My shit be hittin' hard so it gon' put me on the map
Gas it up like there's somΠ΅ rats, spin around like a top
Look around, I made it all, shred a bitch likΠ΅ guitar
Sat his ass down on my lap, wearing platformers, watch your step
He's a goth and I'm a prep, jock gon' pop a nerd in his neck
Get the **** out yous a lack, do you need a recap
Deteriorate, relapse, does this shit feel hard to grasp
Yeah you've told me once, I've explained it twice-
I'm caught up in my own disposition
I put value into things that I-
Will never sought through my intuition
I had no control of what I own
Is this what I wanted out of it
I did better living life alone
But I'd be pressed if I was proud of it
He be talkin' that shit but I still can't go
I don't talk too much I just drop my lo'
I don't care 'bout shit he can bite my flow
Not changing the fact I don't **** with this hoe
She **** with me 'cause I'm clean like soap
Touch down in SG and I'm still with my bros
I'm bored as a bitch what I do?
Your fit 4 bucks like some wonton soup
Need outta DC I'm just tryna find moves
Need outta DC I'm just tryna find huh
Mob out the show like the phantom troupe
Told her no way imma stop said βI don't approveβ
I'm inna spot with my clones whose who
I'm inna spot don't know who you
Hop on that plane but I'm still scared of heights
He made a band I made 3 outta spite
Yohji Yamamoto don't ask the price
I'm with my helix like we too nice
Got my own swag you got sounds offa splice
Me and gang run 2 cheese like we just mice
My bro got the CM bag with the spikes
Ain't wearin no Louie that shit ain't right
Oo, yea, oo, yea
I spin like a fan in this bitch
I think I'm the man in this bitch
Came too flee they gon' camera my fit
I'm with Nuji told 'em boys just to sit
I'm with my 8 go Japan for the trip
Tryna take over I'm plannin' and shit
She want a photo she fannin' and shit