Flee Version Ghetts

[Chorus: Mercston]
Clothes, I got clothes
I got kreps, I got loads
I got cake and infos
That's why man are running the roads
What do you know about flee?
Yeah, I keep it flee
Everyday, I’m flee
Your girl knows I'm flee

[Verse 1: Mercston]
Aye, cut the music
The E3 paper, [?] 365, yeah I got a label, man
Five bills on a tracky, three something on trainers
I still look better on a lazy one
When I dress up, they look messer
Clothes all baggy, shirt all tacky
I told 'em drop it out brother, we don’t live in Cali
Me and clothes married
A little space, tight but no [?]
When I go shopping, I return the [?]
My wardrobe's are mad, I got like a thousand angles
I think I'm done with London, let me go to Paris
From there, take a plane to Italy
Yeah, I'll exceed in Italy
It's the truth brother, you ain't gotta agree
And if you wanna talk whips, just run