Guap Militia Weiland

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Pants man
Check my pants
Check my pants
Check my pants
Check my pants
Check my pants
Check my pants
Check my pants
Check my pants
They say True
Check my pants
Check the pants
Check my pants
Got them blue xans
Check the pant man
Got the Buddha

[Verse]
Check my pants, they say True man
And you know I'm servin' all these blue xans
Hide all the work in a trashcan
Vetements sweater I'm a flexer
I done poured a couple fours
I donе fucked a couple hoes
My li'l baby lovе the snow
Mastercard move the coke
I just smoked a whole O
Hotbox I can't breathe
Got Margiela's on my feet
I'm geeked up, can't speak
Can't remember last week
I done pulled up with them dicks
Hear my flow for a fix
Number (N)ine's cost me six
And I pulled up on your bitch
When I had to hit a lick