"Shoelace Belt" lyrics
(feat. Trapland Pat)
Waddlllttt, ayy
I got Asics on my feet, they know I'm steppin'
Grand Glizzy with the shoelace belt, they know that shit on brand
I'll forever spin a bin, know it's long live Wam
Got the juice like Brandon Watergate, they know I'm raising cran
I pop the 40 out the box like hot dogs in a can
Crix with me, throwin' up them bees like he Candy Man
Break the flock with his hands, coulda been Jackie Chan
Slatt Throw that boy a K-Round and do it all again
[BLP Kosher:]
Purple rain, purple rain, I don't sip sizzurp
But I still got that lean on me, BLP Withers
Bad bitch with a cold heart, Florida in the winter
She want Michael Kors, bought her one, I want it back
Now I'm back up in my Birkin, hey, and that's for certain
I ain't go to college I was on that campus Charlie Kirkin'
If I hop up out the whip and kick a door, we jackin' curtains
Talking dirty K, DGK kids and I ain't perkin' (At all)
I ain't orthodox but I'm observant (I'm observant, ayy)
And I ain't go to school but I was working, I was lurking
He a different animal, Steve Irwin
Gettin' chicken, Lynyrd Skynyrd
Free bird, them boys chripin', ayy
I got Asics on my feet, they know I'm steppin'
Grand Glizzy with the shoelace belt, they know that shit on brand
I'll forever spin a bin, know it's long live Wam
Got the juice like Brandon Watergate, they know I'm raising cran
I pop the 40 out the box like hot dogs in a can
Crix with me, throwin' up them bees like he Candy Man
Break the flock with his hands, coulda been Jackie Chan
Slatt Throw that boy a K-Round and do it all again
[Trapland Pat:]
They told me I was a love, I seen it flowin' like sir
The last spot got raided, had the bulls under the truck
Sleezy at compartment, slashed right under the rug
Like a storm on command, but it's not like the captain
They run me that lullaby with they addin' hit that half Plotty lit
A little more, you probably was in your last night
When I shot it up, I told zombie they had life's right
They came in blue, but 75, he ain't last night
Rake up to them racks, just in case you had a bad night
I could beat the numbers with your people, just a type of rank
They ain't lookin' good, but these racks lookin' mad nice
Get 'em cross customs when you land you get 'em half price
I got Asics on my feet, they know I'm steppin'
Grand Glizzy with the shoelace belt, they know that shit on brand
I'll forever spin a bin, know it's long live Wam
Got the juice like Brandon Watergate, they know I'm raising cran
I pop the 40 out the box like hot dogs in a can
Crix with me, throwin' up them bees like he Candy Man
Break the flock with his hands, coulda been Jackie Chan
Slatt Throw that boy a K-Round and do it all again
I got Asics on my feet, they know I'm steppin'
Grand Glizzy with the shoelace belt, they know that shit on brand
I'll forever spin a bin, know it's long live Wam
Got the juice like Brandon Watergate, they know I'm raising cran
I pop the 40 out the box like hot dogs in a can
Crix with me, throwin' up them bees like he Candy Man
Break the flock with his hands, coulda been Jackie Chan
Slatt Throw that boy a K-Round and do it all again
[BLP Kosher:]
Purple rain, purple rain, I don't sip sizzurp
But I still got that lean on me, BLP Withers
Bad bitch with a cold heart, Florida in the winter
She want Michael Kors, bought her one, I want it back
Now I'm back up in my Birkin, hey, and that's for certain
I ain't go to college I was on that campus Charlie Kirkin'
If I hop up out the whip and kick a door, we jackin' curtains
Talking dirty K, DGK kids and I ain't perkin' (At all)
I ain't orthodox but I'm observant (I'm observant, ayy)
And I ain't go to school but I was working, I was lurking
He a different animal, Steve Irwin
Gettin' chicken, Lynyrd Skynyrd
Free bird, them boys chripin', ayy
I got Asics on my feet, they know I'm steppin'
Grand Glizzy with the shoelace belt, they know that shit on brand
I'll forever spin a bin, know it's long live Wam
Got the juice like Brandon Watergate, they know I'm raising cran
I pop the 40 out the box like hot dogs in a can
Crix with me, throwin' up them bees like he Candy Man
Break the flock with his hands, coulda been Jackie Chan
Slatt Throw that boy a K-Round and do it all again
[Trapland Pat:]
They told me I was a love, I seen it flowin' like sir
The last spot got raided, had the bulls under the truck
Sleezy at compartment, slashed right under the rug
Like a storm on command, but it's not like the captain
They run me that lullaby with they addin' hit that half Plotty lit
A little more, you probably was in your last night
When I shot it up, I told zombie they had life's right
They came in blue, but 75, he ain't last night
Rake up to them racks, just in case you had a bad night
I could beat the numbers with your people, just a type of rank
They ain't lookin' good, but these racks lookin' mad nice
Get 'em cross customs when you land you get 'em half price
I got Asics on my feet, they know I'm steppin'
Grand Glizzy with the shoelace belt, they know that shit on brand
I'll forever spin a bin, know it's long live Wam
Got the juice like Brandon Watergate, they know I'm raising cran
I pop the 40 out the box like hot dogs in a can
Crix with me, throwin' up them bees like he Candy Man
Break the flock with his hands, coulda been Jackie Chan
Slatt Throw that boy a K-Round and do it all again
