hysteric jeans - lifelessgarments lyrics
[chorus]
huh, i ain’t tripping
why my ex tripping out on me?
i got smart car, smart broads all on me
i got so much swag, i done made history, tuh, tuh
you can’t put these garments on like me
stupid b*tch, i dropped like twenty thousand on my t**th
balling like i’m 24, i took it out the league
all these b*tches [?] and get down on they knees
xd, i got that stick sitting out for reach
press me, he turn to chris paul, six feet
s*x, b*tch, i’m finna break walls, turn her freak
she want more of leek, tattoos on my sleeve
can’t act cool, i’m a geek
i psyched out, i need tree
i got hysteric jeans
i got kale, celery
[?]
r.i.p. lil peep, lil keed, i’m lowkey
put it on like luffy, this sh*t’s only one piеce
[verse]
she tryna consume mе, skee
pushing up, she gon’ f*ck on me, skee
i got class, she wanna get on me, skee
pull out x, these hoes tryna geek, skee
huh, i’m in bulletproof cars, huh
roll like tony stark
xd, it go far
b*tch, i’m finna go to mars
elon on a broad
i put it on all from the start
a peon who you are
i get cash, it ain’t hard
i pull out free, huh, huh
i get bad broads ’cause that’s all i see, huh, huh
i went too far, this sh*t out of reach, huh, huh
put the swag together, lego piece
they all tryna copy leek
they all end up r.i.p.
fmj go well with that n*gga arteries
i told the cops i can’t read
that n*gga write a summary
she said i f*cked her, in her dreams
i’m so hilarious, this hysteric on my jeans
pull out racks, yeah
[?] the tags, yeah
i get money fast, yeah
showed that b*tch a stack and i changed her after that, yeah
pull out calculator, this a lot of math, yeah
brand*new cash, yeah, quick drop swag, yeah
b*tch, i bag, yeah, i count paper tags, yeah
put this sh*t on track, yeah, i made this sh*t drag, yeah
n*ggas bad haters, she wanna leave later
i can’t even save her
[chorus]
huh, i ain’t tripping
why my ex tripping out on me?
i got smart car, smart broads all on me
i got so much swag, i done made history, tuh, tuh
you can’t put these garments on like me
stupid b*tch, i dropped like twenty thousand on my t**th
balling like i’m 24, i took it out the league
all these b*tches [?] and get down on they knees
xd, i got that stick sitting out for reach
press me, he turn to chris paul, six feet
s*x, b*tch, i’m finna break walls, turn her freak
she want more of leek, tattoos on my sleeve
can’t act cool, i’m a geek
i psyched out, i need tree
i got hysteric jeans
i got kale, celery
[?]
r.i.p. lil peep, lil keed, i’m lowkey
put it on like luffy, this sh*t’s only one piece
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