My Socks

Nigga can't walk no a mile in my socks
I be plantin’ seeds in them goddamn pots
Growin up a nigga seen a whole lot
Pull up nigga might buy a whole lot
She make more than these niggas
Can't call her no thot
Got the fur on my jacket from a rabies fox
Burnin gas out the clouds we so so high
All the young thots tryna give
A nigga that box
I was ridin in a chevy I was ridin in a box
Got exotic comin in, in a FedEx box
Hit a nigga line surplus on the gas
All my niggas know I give'em my last
Got too high last time took a dab
Track team money we run it up fast
I’m from the six not
He called for a bag but he only bought half
That's the typa shit that'll make a nigga mad
I'm finna cram that vaccum sealed bag
I was on top sending nigga a stare
Black and yellow hellcat lookin like a cat
I don't ever harbor shit I don't have

I ain't blood but these racks
Bustin' out my pants
Lil mama tryin’ to come unfasten my pants
Came from the mud nigga wash my hands
Come for my jewelry I’ll merk a young man
Always workin' no time for romance
Fast money baby I don’t like to slow dance
Run up niggas I said that I can't
But I knew that I could
Brought up the M's and I did got some P's in
The fridge and a P in my lil baby crib
I was broke had me stressin’
Had me shakin' and
Shit I had to get up and get it
All that loud I'm a noisy attendant
Can't be lazy I handle my business
Lately lord that shit is so sickening
Nigga pecking for a car like some pidgeons
Got a rental it fuck up my vision (yeah)
In the trap I don't watch television
I'ma shoot that shit with some precision
I had to hold head and listen
If I start shit then I'ma finish
VVS they fill up my pendant
Everyday was an in school suspension

Nigga can't walk no mile in my socks
I be plantin' seeds in them goddamn pots
Growin up a nigga seen a whole lot
Pull up nigga might buy a whole lot
She make more than these niggas
Can't call her a thot
Got the fur on my jacket from a rabies fox
Burnin gas out the clouds we so so high
All the young thots tryna give
A nigga that box
I was ridin in a chevy I was ridin in a box
Got exotic comin in, in a FedEx box
Hit a nigga line surplus on the gas
All my niggas know I give'em my last
Got too high last time took a dab
Track team money we run it up fast
I'm from the six not
He called for a bag but he only bought half
That's the typa shit that'll make a nigga mad
I'm finna cram that vaccum sealed bag
I was on top sending nigga a stare
Black and yellow hellcat lookin like a cat
I don't ever harbor shit I don't have