I'm gonna pop some tags only got
twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
Nah, walk up to the club like, "what
up I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some
shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so dang frosty
That people like,
"dang that's a cold ass honky"
Rollin' in hella deep headed
to the mezzanine
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes,
those are green
Draped in a leopard mink,
girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this,
smells like R. Kelly's sheets (piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents
cents
Coppin' it, washin' it,
'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's
been walkin' in
Bummy and grungy, fuck it man I am
stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I'm hella
happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style,
I'ma take your grandpa's style
Ain't for real ask your grandpa can I
have his handmedowns?
Thank you Velour jumpsuit and some
house slippers
Dookie brown leather jacket
that I found diggin'
They had a broken keyboard,
I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket,
then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game,
hell no
I could take some Pro Wings,
make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like "aw,
he got the Velcros"
I'm gonna pop some tags only got
twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
I'm gonna pop some tags only
got twenty dollars in my pocket
I I'm I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is fucking awesome
What you know about rockin'
a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about
wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging,
I'm searching right through that lug gage
One man's trash,
that's another man's come up
Thank your granddad for donating
that plaid buttonup shirt
'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt
I'm at the Goodwill,
you can find me in the uptons
I'm not stuck,
I'm searchin' in that section
Your grammy, your aunty,
your momma, your mammy
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, secondhand,
I rock that motherfucker
The builtin onesie with the socks
on the motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in
that motherfucker
They be like "oh that
Gucci, that's hella tight"
I'm like "yo, that's fifty dollars
for a t-shirt"
Limited Limited edition,
let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a Tshirt that's
just some ignorant bitch shit
I call that getting swindled and pimped
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt's hella though And having the same one as
six other people in this club is a hella don't
Peep game, come take a look
through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand
and you hella won't
Man you hella won't