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What, what, what, what,
What, what, what, what,
What, what, what, what,

What, what, what, what,

What, what, what, what,
What, what, what, what,
What, what, what, what?
Oh!
I'm gonna pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up,
This is fucking awesome!
Walk up to the club, like 'What up, I got a big cock!',
Nah, I'm just pumped about some shit from the thrift shop.
Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty;
The people like, 'Damn! That's a cold ass honky!'
Rollin' in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine,
Dressed in all pink,
'Cept my gator shoes, those are green,
Draped in a leopard mink,
Girls standin' next to me,
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets,
Piss...
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents!
Bag it, fuck it, coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some compliments,
Passin' up on those moccasins,

Someone else's been walkin' in,

Bummy and grungy, fuck it man,

I am stuntin' and flossin' and

Savin' my money
And I'm hella happy, that's a bargain, bitch,
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
No, for real, ask your grandpa

Can I have his hand-me-downs?
Thank you.
Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers,
Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin',

They had a broken keyboard,
I bought a broken keyboard,
I bought a skeet blanket,
Then I bought a kneeboard.
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow,
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no.
I could take some Pro Wings,
Make them cool, sell those,
The sneaker heads would be like
'Ah, he got the Velcros!'
I'm gonna pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up,
This is fucking awesome!
I'm gonna pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up,
This is fucking awesome!
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I'm digging, I'm digging,
I'm searching right through that luggage,
One man's trash, that's another man's come up.
Thank your granddad for donating
That plaid button-up shirt,
'Cause right now I'm up in here stuntin',
I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins,
I'm not, I'm not stuck on searchin' in that section, Men's.
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy,
I'll take those flannel zebra jammies
Second hand and I'll rock that motherfucker,
The built-in onesie with the socks on the motherfucker,
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker.
They be like 'Oh that Gucci, that's hella tight!'.
I'm like 'Yo, that's fifty dollars for a t-shirt.'.
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition,
Fifty dollars for a t-shirt,
That's just some ignorant bitch shit!
I call that getting swindled and pimped, shit!
I call that getting tricked by business!
That shirt's hella dough
And having the same one
As six other people in this club is a hella don't.
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope,
Trying to get girls from a brand?
Man you hella won't,
Man you hella won't.
'Goodwill...'
'Poppin' tags...'
'Yeah!'
I'm gonna pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up,
This is fucking awesome!
I wear your granddad's clothes,
I look incredible,
I'm in this big ass coat,
From that thrift shop down the road!
I wear your granddad's clothes, damn right,
I look incredible, yeah, come on,
I'm in this big ass coat, big ass coat,
From that thrift shop down the road!
I'm gonna pop some tags,
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket,
I-I-I'm hunting, looking for a come up,
This is fucking awesome!
'Is that your grandma's coat?'