Walk In My Crocs

Patek Philippe
Protecting me a jesus piece it cost like 50 gs
Big rard doing numbers out in tennessee
I be ot in the water next to manatees
I feed my family that's the priority uh yeah
I got one kitchen with four stoves
And we communicate like morse code
You ain't go to college that was monroe
They try to do what I done then stumble
I stretch these notes like a trombone
Bringing abraham's in a lincoln through the tunnel
And I got a benz too I go live so they could see how the benz move
I spin a block like damn no parking shit no parking
You ain't fucking up my frequency
Can't afford where I Idle frequently
Hit up stadium goods when I need a pair
Can't find these all my sneakers rare
My concert had people there
My music make people purchase
In theory I'm a people person
Stick to the script like my name in cursive
I remain in penthouses my delta tickets come with a lounge
It's a jungle when I come to town
But I tarzan and I walk em down

Oooh all this money I blew
It ain't me vs you
You couldn't even walk in my shoe
You couldn't even walk in my crocs
You jot It down then study my move
Then act like we cool
I wanna know where they make you
Oooh all this money I blew
It ain't me vs you
You couldn't even walk in my shoe
You couldn't even walk in my crocs
You jot It down then study my move
Then act like we cool
I wanna know where they make you

I dare you to drop a video without buying views
I dare you to post a picture without the bots filling up the likes
I opened the likes and saw bots nigga
You ain't three thousand a post nigga
But I booked singapore
Tried to end the song they said sing it more
I'm off the beat like herbo
Keep it a g I know I hit a nerve
I need all bad bitches to the floor
I'm bout to give you everything you want santa clause
Keep all convos down to a dwarf
Lyrically I am the best in the sport
Pole on me like north
And I really do let it ring off like divorce
Oh, you big opp town
Then a body getting torched
I'm good if it comes to a war
Might throw piss on a corpse
I violate even after you gone to the lord
Look at my car my crib
Look how packed I got my fridge
They think they hot but they really in the mid
I think I don't look fat in the mirror
I take rick ross steps in my career
Whole ground shake spell it out like onomatopoeia
Whole lotta money over here ask Bia
I be on the phone all day with doniecia
They know I had a feature in the new york times
Put that on the resume for new york grind
I'm out of this world need to find me a grimes
When they count a nigga out I kill it every time

Oooh all this money I blew
It ain't me vs you
You couldn't even walk in my shoe
You couldn't even walk in my crocs
You jot It down then study my move
Then act like we cool
I wanna know where they make you
Oooh all this money I blew
It ain't me vs you
You couldn't even walk in my shoe
You couldn't even walk in my crocs
You jot It down then study my move
Then act like we cool
I wanna know where they make you



Credits
Writer(s): Gerard Little
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