SNKRS

(Look) Me, my niggas we buck, mano y mano But wait fuckboy, you steppin' round my Giannos My motto: Move Quiet and Hit Big, like lattos Auto-Bots Roll Out! On God, I'm bout to show out! Two things I don't like, a scuff mark, a mark bitch The tough part is, I'm heartless Guitar riffs in the back bitch Big Timbs nigga I stomp shit Sneakers on my fit, that's blood family I'll pop quick My baby momma got me air forces With the swoosh, We roll deeper Than a Corpse Husband My footloose but I don't dance When you see Le Fleur you gotta take 2 a double glance So much cons you would think I'm a con man So much shoes you would think I am a cobbler My shoes foreign, They no speaky they no hablé So When you see 'em, ask the price you'd have no idea I buck shit like buck shots in shotguns Gun runna Run shit Shit run that's top gun I'm top spun playin' games But you niggas not fun Tennis shoes rippin' up the court But you niggas can't afford You need funds My concepts crazy No ABAC Yo technique lazy No Nigga faze me I'm in the Stacy's But I still kick it w the timbs Till I cop Benz