issey miyake

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, uh, yeah, ayy (Woozy) Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy (Man, what the fuck going on, Maajins?) [Chorus] Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater." Told you can't keep it like, "Nah." (Yeah) Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside Told that boy that, "He can get popped." (Yeah, yeah) Like, it can get serious (Yeah, yeah) They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious (Yeah, yeah) Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in When I'm up in school, I'm not the one fitting in Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah) I told that boy, "He can't bе Lei." (Yeah) Like, way thе boy wanna be me I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's (Yeah) Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean Shawty giving it up like it was for free All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes [Verse 1] Si, yeah, she be like, "Yes." His watch is stone, no Medusa head Versace my clothes, got ice on my neck Got a Rollie, new frame, had to set time ahead (Yeah) 'Cause I'm flying from state to state I'm a rockstar, show up late I think she in love, in love with my face Told that boy come outside and run me my fade (Do-do-do-do-do-do) I'm outside with the pole like, you can get smoked We rolling him up, we clutch it and go (Yeah) We puffing that gas, not no Citgo The boy think he fly wearing a peacoat (Nah) That's whack, that sucks Yeah, we pulling up, we shooting him up, partner Yeah, we gon drill him up, partner And we got hella drugs, partner She off the Ecstacy, yeah, she a goner Yeah, I can't feel my legs no longer Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah My bands is as fat as your girl Yeah, that's pretty big, I told her that, "I cannot die in my world." (Ayy, ayy) And that's pretty sick, her new mans a nerd, her new mans a earl (Ayy, ayy) That boy is a stick, tryna talk down on me, man, that boy got some nerve (Yeah, ayy) Yeah, I'm evil like that, I don't like to talk, don't like people like that That boy wanna flex, but he broke, that's too bad He stay tryna diss, tryna beef, you too mad Love you, son, now say, "I love you too, Dad." We finna light that boy up like a bowl Riding my wave, I might take out your boat I laugh in ya'll face like ya'll really some jokes (Yeah, ayy) I told that boy get his racks up ([?]) This Glock 17 make him back up We smoking that boy like it's Thrax, yeah I got my racks up and my stats up Don't show me your song, that's a pass, yeah The people that hated on me, showing me fake love You mad that I passed ya [Chorus] Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater." Told you can't keep it like, "Nah." (Yeah) Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside Told that boy that, "He can get popped." (Yeah, yeah) Like, it can get serious (Yeah, yeah) They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in When I'm up in school, I'm not the one fitting in (Bah-bah-bah-bah) Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah (Do-do-do-do-do-do) Keychains hanging off my jeans (Yeah) I told that boy, "He can't be Lei." (Yeah) Like, way the boy wanna be me I'm popping them X, I'm seeing Z's (Ayy, yeah) Finna pour me a four and I'm finna lean Shawty giving it up like it was for free All over my belt, yeah, that double C, yes [Refrain] Told that girl to, "Give back my sweater." Told you can't keep it like, "Nah." (Yeah) Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside Told that boy that, "He can get popped." (Do-do-do-do-do-do) Like, it can get serious (Yeah, yeah) They biting my swag, yeah, I'm furious (Yeah, yeah) Issey Miyake my jeans, boy, I'm fitted in When I'm up in school, I'm not the one fitting in [Outro] (Woozy)