Margiela Toes

Racks touch down I'm lit I just touched ten racks that's it (Yeah, yeah) I just put new Marni my kicks I just drop these racks on fits (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah) I just get fly with my bros (Yeah) Margiela kicks when you look at my toes, yeah (Yeah) Pussy nigga, break the code You gon' get fold like clothes (Yeah, yeah) You know it's Wintr, I'm cold (Flrr, yeah) I'm fin to stay in that snow (Hey, yeah) I'm sipping Wock got me slow I cannot do that no more I fell in love when them racks touchdown He talking down, he a god damn clown You want the smoke, we could send you some rounds What you gon' say when you lost never found I'm smoking on purple, you smoking on brown Jugged your man for them racks, put them on the ground We send em gas , serve it by the pound He getting too hot, told em settled down Now I gotta flex on him, I'm too elevated We in the S-Class, we ain't up the rating Got too many racks in and I know you hate it I catch a opp thot and I'm celebrating Hop in that 4-speed, we ain't never breaking I got the 4 cheese I'ma slide with bacon These niggas corny and that's why they hating When these racks touchdown, I feel like Peyton I'm a real hellboy, but I ain't satan I'm a real bag getter, I ain't saving We gon' chop him, down like pencil shaving With this lantern, on me cause a cave-in I just poured two fours on the pavement They tried cloning me ain't no replacement I'm too bread adjacent came in for the payment Just like, Freddy, Jason, we gon' fucking take him I'm gon' cut that bitch off, I feel like K-Camp I got owl eyes and yeah, I brought the Drake in On the bud right now and boy you off the K-pin Got this bad-ass model bitch, she saying K Den They gon' copy flows and take up all the cadence I'm gon' go up on this shit and it ain't a rating All these niggas hoes and I ain't on the fake shit I got two bad hoes and they still on the wait list And the only L's I'm taking is the gas You was talking, all my niggas now you past This hoe eating like a cow up on the grass Lil bitch, you know snakes up in the grass Fours up in the cup, last Doors up in the space coupe, dash I think it's real ironic, say I'm trash 40 hit a nigga, make him blast 40 hit him, now that nigga ash And these bitches talking, I just want the cash Hop in, digital the dash Red dot on him like a rash Hotbox, space coupe crash I'm off zaza mask That's a odd-thot pass 40 blowing niggas with that fa 40 millimeters at your chest Why you talking to me? You a pest Why you talking to me? You're like mess And I just get to the cheddar, gettin' to the uh Racks touch down I'm lit (Flrr) I just touched ten racks that's it I just put new Marni my kicks (Yeah, yeah) I just drop these racks on fits (Yeah yeah) I just get fly with my bros (Yeah) Margiela kicks when you look at my toes, yuh (Yeah) Pussy nigga, break the code (Yeah) You gon' get fold like clothes (Yeah yeah) You know it's Wintr, I'm cold (Yeah) I'm fin to stay in that snow (Hey, yeah) I'm sipping Wock got me slow (Yeah) I cannot do that no more (Bee)