MIX N MATCH

Lyrics

[Intro] Beep, beep, beep, beep Ayy, ayy, ayy (Reapyy) Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy Broke-ass niggas Ayy, ayy, Sleezy [Chorus] Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Splash, splash) TEC or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom) Know I got a rocket launcher, I can't let it loose (Boom, boom) Bitch, I got that motherfuckin' USSR Russian tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Sleezy, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah) Nike Shox R4s, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a fuckin' goon (Sleezy, Sleezy) Going undercover, NUMBER (N)INE, bitch, yeah, that's the tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo) I stomp him on the curb in these motherfuckin' ALYX boots (Ewok, ewok) [Verse 1] I match this with that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy), that Tommy or that MAC (Sleezy, Sleezy) I'm rollin' up your OG, I'm smokin' on that pack (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) I'ma run him down, give your boy a chrome heart attack (Give me that, give mе that, give me that) All he hеard was bullets, doo-doo-doo, ain't comin' back (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom) In the stu' with Carol Christian Poell, you can't get that (Splash) Seen them flashing cameras, you can't touch, you can't see that (Nah-nah, nah-nah) I came home from jail, my bitch told me I'm conceited (Ewok, ewok) I gave that boy a shell top, this ain't no Adidas (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) [Interlude] I got too many 'fits to choose (Sleez') I got too many 'fits to choose (Sleez') I got too many 'fits to choose (Splash, splash) I got too many 'fits to choose (Splash, splash) I can't shop at Sak's Fifth Bitch, I'm way too rich (Nah, nah, nah, nah) I can't shop at Sak's Fifth Bitch, I'm way too rich (Nah, nah, nah, nah) [Chorus] Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Splash, splash) TEC or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom) Know I got a rocket launcher, I can't let it loose (Boom, boom) Bitch, I got that motherfuckin' USSR Russian tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Sleezy, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah) Nike Shox R4s, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a fuckin' goon (Sleezy, Sleezy) Going undercover, NUMBER (N)INE, bitch, yeah, that's the tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo) I stomp him on the curb in these motherfuckin' ALYX boots (Ewok, ewok) [Verse 2] I feel so hysteric in this glamor, catchin' bodies (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) I'm rockin Vivienne Westwood while I'm booted off the molly (Splash, splash, splash) I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps (Boom), bitch I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps, bitch (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) In my Jordans, bitch (Sleezy, Sleezy), in my Jordans, bitch (Sleezy, Sleezy) So important (Sleezy, Sleezy), all my drip imported (Splash, splash) Stomp him in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Bitch, I stomp him in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (Nah, nah, nah, nah) [Chorus] Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Splash, splash) TEC or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom) Know I got a rocket launcher, I can't let it loose (Boom, boom) Bitch, I got that motherfuckin' USSR Russian tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Sleezy, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah) Nike Shox R4s, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a fuckin' goon (Sleezy, Sleezy) Going undercover, NUMBER (N)INE, bitch, yeah, that's the tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo) I stomp him on the curb in these motherfuckin' ALYX boots (Ewok, ewok) [Outro] Sos had an account, Christian human skin I don't know, man, fuck it That's why they call it sellin' your soul, 'cause **** to the **** Word That's fucked up, right? 'Cause **** puttin' rocks in fuckin' human skin, Carol Christian, it was— That would probably be hard, though That would be hard though, yeah Drip You steppin' on humans **** walk mad good, I learned to **** out good Where do they get the human skin? Probably— I don't know, I gotta do some ****, I gotta do some ****, yeah Hell yeah, definitely a dead body, he's not gonna like— I don't know, bro Kill someone, haha CCP, nigga's a ill nigga His clothes is mad expensive, bro, like that nigga's— Well, if it's human skin, of course Well nah, nah, nah, just, nah, nah, nah It's hard to find that shit, like, you see that shit— Nah, you don't know how that leather's made, yeah And when I see that shit, it's this **** I follow on the 'Gram This ****, I be talkin' to him again, bro he has— Yo bro, this nigga has every Carol, he's a **** But he's a **** two, he don't wanna **** to me He's like "Oh, they don't make them in your size" How about I dead find the ****, like I'm talkin' to the nigga, the other nigga that sellin' it And the nigga I bought it from online And ****, some nigga said **** Call **** —lands ****, but I found his page through that **** Tagged that **** You feel me? Like, "Just got these through my friend ****" Drip humans, human drip