"Supreme Underwear" lyrics

Shoutout to the hustlers
Tryna' get the cash
Gold on they teeth
Evisu on they ass
He got the big drip
Yeah that's what I like to see
Great hair
And a great personality
Reachin for the stars
Lookin' back at me
Smile for the pic
For the gram like cheese
I got my own bread
I ain't gotta say please
He got his his Louis V sleeves
Wrapped around me

I don't fuck with broke ass boys
I'm annoyed yeah fuck that noise

I'm not a creep
I promise oh I swear
But when you reached
I saw your Supreme underwear
Don't take it wrong
I promise it's alright
You spend money on your undies
And I think that's really nice

He not a broke boy
He not a broke boy
He get the money he run it up on his own boy
He gotta' big flex
Bape on the coat boy
I know you broke
Pants held up by a rope boy
What's the deal?
Go chase a bag
You a bum boy
I can see you mad
Run it up
Just to run it back
Keep the coin
All up in the sack

I don't fuck with broke ass boys
I'm annoyed yeah fuck that noise

I'm not a creep
I promise oh I swear
But when you reached
I saw your Supreme underwear
Don't take it wrong
I promise it's alright
You spend money on your undies
And I think that's really nice