af1 2.0

Whoa
Blue jeans, gold teeth, Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down all the way to my knees (whoa)
Tommy shirt, chain smirk, long sleeve underneath, ayy

Dun, dun, nuh-nuh-nuh
It's Gravy, baby, through your ho'
Uh, Gravy, bubble, gon' fuck on your lady
Yeah, ayy, uh (it's Jason Rich, baby)

All black AF1's, cake and rum
My bitch born in '81
Y'all makin' fun? I'm makin' funds
All y'all cap, I ain't fakin' none
Gravy Train and lilbubblegum
All aboard, bitch, buckle up
Double cup, hot butter rum
And your girlfriend call me sugar plum

Blue jeans, gold teeth, Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down all the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk, long sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes, rockin' hoop earrings

Black fit, striped shirt, lookin' clean
Colbie Caillat, free bands, got Bubly in my lean (lean)
I don't give a fuck, hoe, I ain't go to sleep
Mister Sandman, get the bands, and stack and repeat

If I say somethin', I mean it
Bass up and I lean in
With your main slut, and she caked up
No makeup and she fiendin'
Mighty Ducks, I'm cold as fuck
Icy Boy, lil' polar plunge
Slinging through like hockey pucks
Snow cone and a- (Wocky Slush)

Air Force 1's when I came through, steppin'
Walk with a limp on the stairway to Heaven
Birds gon' flock, throwin' bread in my section
McFlurry wrist, they furious
On curry shit like Stephen (woo!)

My hoes got hoes and they be runnin' past
My bros got bros and they got hella straps
I know you know the kid, don't ever lack
Slide through any city, my Samoans got my back

Blue jeans, gold teeth, Air Force 1's on my feet
Red belt, chained down all the way to my knees
Tommy shirt, chain smirk, long sleeve underneath
Hair dyed, brown eyes, rockin' hoop earrings

Goth boy, e-boy, that's the style I mess with
Skull ring, silver chain, and a lock necklace
Doc Martens, chain sparklin', I'm tickin' off my checklist
Bad tee, wrist clean, all the things I'm flexin'

Want that dr-, want that drip? That some goth shit
Only wear the chains 'cause, bitch, I look gothic
I just want a goth, bitch, I don't want no talk, bitch
I just want your love, bitch, is that shit enough, bitch?

Ksubi jeans, pearly whites, Air Force 1's on my feet
Rollie gold, day-day, pink phase for my queen
Silk shirt, how I lurk, got your bitch underneath
Hair luscious, chain bussin', solitaire earrings



Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Schallenberg, Matthew Hauri, Nicholas Fulsher
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