[Intro]
I'm kickin' expensive shit right now, man
I ain't, I ain't worried 'bout what no nigga talkin' 'bout, man
This icier than my bitch, man
Pink and blue racks
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
[Chorus]
I spent two thousand for the shoe that I'm kickin'
I flew her in just to fuck when she visit
Countin' up racks when she called, I was busy
Huntin' down bands, you can think I was Izzy
Ice in my teeth, bitch, I go to the dentist
Fuck 'bout no loss, I bossed up and got plenty
Body and shape like she work out, fitness
Can't tell if I fucked her, I won't leave a witness
All blue racks, pink fifties like pussycats
Showing her ass and tryna hit from the back
Roll up the dope, I kick back and relax
My denim fit skinny, my pockets could stretch
Grind in thе trap, I could get off the packs
Freaky lil' bitch and shе kissin' my tats
Jewelry on me, I think she just got wet
Swing 'round the block, make the opps hit the deck
[Verse 1]
Ha, Percs in my body, itching like mosquito
Double up every time I go and reload
Call up my 'migo, I meet him at Gino
They be like, "Where you get them? I ain't see those"
Ice freeze your bitch like my name was Sub-Zero
Money Power Respect like I'm MPR Tito (Ooh, yeah)
Flex with the racks, I can spread the Velveeta
She tryna leave me, I still don't believe her
Benjamin dead friends, got a skeleton
Walk and I drip like the rain, call the weatherman
Fucked up, I make that shit mine when I slide it in
African diamonds, my bitch is Somalian
Rock real, the diamonds ain't made by the Chinamen
Keep that shit real, I don't know how to pretend
Keep the chopstick 'cause I know I got many men
Cost a whole pound for the shoe that I'm steppin' in
I'm kickin' expensive shit right now, man
I ain't, I ain't worried 'bout what no nigga talkin' 'bout, man
This icier than my bitch, man
Pink and blue racks
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)
[Chorus]
I spent two thousand for the shoe that I'm kickin'
I flew her in just to fuck when she visit
Countin' up racks when she called, I was busy
Huntin' down bands, you can think I was Izzy
Ice in my teeth, bitch, I go to the dentist
Fuck 'bout no loss, I bossed up and got plenty
Body and shape like she work out, fitness
Can't tell if I fucked her, I won't leave a witness
All blue racks, pink fifties like pussycats
Showing her ass and tryna hit from the back
Roll up the dope, I kick back and relax
My denim fit skinny, my pockets could stretch
Grind in thе trap, I could get off the packs
Freaky lil' bitch and shе kissin' my tats
Jewelry on me, I think she just got wet
Swing 'round the block, make the opps hit the deck
[Verse 1]
Ha, Percs in my body, itching like mosquito
Double up every time I go and reload
Call up my 'migo, I meet him at Gino
They be like, "Where you get them? I ain't see those"
Ice freeze your bitch like my name was Sub-Zero
Money Power Respect like I'm MPR Tito (Ooh, yeah)
Flex with the racks, I can spread the Velveeta
She tryna leave me, I still don't believe her
Benjamin dead friends, got a skeleton
Walk and I drip like the rain, call the weatherman
Fucked up, I make that shit mine when I slide it in
African diamonds, my bitch is Somalian
Rock real, the diamonds ain't made by the Chinamen
Keep that shit real, I don't know how to pretend
Keep the chopstick 'cause I know I got many men
Cost a whole pound for the shoe that I'm steppin' in
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