lei - issey miyake lyrics
[chorus]
told that girl to give back my sweater
told you can’t 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, yeah, i’m furious
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
i told that boy he can’t be lei
like, way the boy wanna be me
i’m popping them x, i’m seeing z’s
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 doublе c, yes
[verse 1]
si, yeah, she bе 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 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
i’m outside with the pole like, you 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
that’s whack, that sucks
yeah, we pulling up, we shooting him up, partner
yeah, we gon drill him up, partner
and we got h+lla drugs, partner
she off the ecstacy, yeah, she a goner
yeah, i can’t feel my legs no longer
[verse 2]
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
and that’s pretty sick, her new mans a nerd, her new mans a earl
that boy is a stick, tryna talk down on me, man, that boy got some nerve
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
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
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, yeah, i’m furious
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
i told that boy he can’t be lei
like, way the boy wanna be me
i’m popping them x, i’m seeing z’s
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
told that girl to give back my sweater
told you can’t 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, yeah, i’m furious
issey miyake my jeans, boy, i’m fitted in
when i’m up in school, i’m not the one fitting in
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