issey miyake - Lei

Told that girl to give back my sweater

Told u cant keep it, like nah

Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside

Told that boy that he can get popped

Like it can get serious

They biting my swag yea im furious

Issey miyake my jeans boy im fitted in

When im up in school im not the one fitting in

Yea aye yea aye yea

Keychains hanging off my jeans

I told that boy he cant be lei

Like way the boy wanna be me

Im popping dem x im seeing zs

Finna pour me a 4 and im finna lean

Shawty giving it up like it was for free

All over my blt yea that double C, yes

Si ya, 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

Cause im flying from state to state

Im 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

*tutututututu*

Im outside wit the pole like u can get smoked

We rolling him up we clutch it and go

We puffing that gas not no citgo

The boy think he fly wearing a peacoat

Thats whack that sucks

Yea we pulling up we shooting him up partner

Yea we gon drill him up partner

Yea we got hella drugs partner

She off the ecstacy yea she a goner

Yea i cant feel my legs no longer

Yea aye yea aye yea

My bands is as fat as your girl

Yea thats pretty big

I told her that i cannot die in my world

Aye aye

And thats pretty sick

Her new mans a nerd, her new mans a earl

Aye aye

That boy is a stick tryna talk down on me man that boy got some nerve

Yea im evil like that

I dont like to talk dont like people like that

That boy wanna flex but he broke thats too bad

He stay tryna diss tryna beef you too mad

Love you son now you, «i love you to dad»

We finna light that boy up like a bowl

Riding my wave i might take out your boat

I laugh in yall face like yall really some jokes

Yea yea

I told that boy get his racks up

This glock 17 make him back up

We smoking that boy like its thrax yuh

I got my racks up and my stats up

Dont show me your song thats a pass yuh

The people that hated on me showing me fake luv

You mad that i passed ya

Told that girl to give back my sweater

Told u cant keep it, like nah

Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside

Told that boy that he can get popped

Like it can get serious

They biting my swag yea im furious

Issey miyake my jeans boy im fitted in

When im up in school im not the one fitting in

Yea aye yea aye yea

Keychains hanging off my jeans

I told that boy he cant be lei

Like way the boy wanna be me

Im popping dem x im seeing zs

Finna pour me a 4 and im finna lean

Shawty giving it up like it was for free

All over my belt yea that double C, yes

Told that girl to give back my sweater

Told u cant keep it, like nah

Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside

Told that boy that he can get popped

Like it can get serious

They biting my swag yea im furious

Issey miyake my jeans boy im fitted in

When im up in school im not the one fitting in