Thrift Store Drip ft. It's Troy Lyrics

I'm so high I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch

Fuckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely

Hit it on the couch and not that motherfuckin' love seat

I'm so high that I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch

Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber

Fuck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas

First things first, I'm the realest with no Iggy, yuh

Tryna diss me, huh? You must really be an idiot

Ain't nobody fuckin with the flow I bring, ain't nobody wantin' that south side stream

'Call yo ass a shitty business how you lookin' so Supreme

My name is not Mike, but I hit it like magic

Best project out, this shit is Illmatic

Call me Houdini, I suddenly appear

And the rest of the rap game disappears

Every single time a diss appears

I knock it right back into the stratosphere

I could make a home run with a half-assed punt

And all of your fans will clap and cheer

Ye

Put my wrist on freeze

Cant fuck with my Steeze

Yo bitch fucked the team

That's so sad

But she bad

Had to bag

On my list I had to add

Keeping track

So i don't go back

You upset (Why)

I'm after all of them checks

Don't fuck with my set (Why)

We gon put you to rest

say it with ya chest (Like)

You don't want no smoke

Bitch you gonna choke

No oxygen where i go

Cause

I'm so high I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch

Fuckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely

Hit it on the couch and not that motherfuckin' love seat

I'm so high that I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch

Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber

Fuck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas

Gucci my goodwill

Louis my Ross

Fam in my will

My kids gon floss

Don't care how you feel

You ain in the field

Treating people good

Like the pres, I'm passing them bills

What

Ain want yo bitch boy

You just a bitch boy

You better sit boy

Yuh

I could spit half of a six plus ten

And still have enough to eat you up in the past tense

Motherfucker try your best, it ain't gon' work

You gotta push like a mother on the day of birth

Me and Troy sick with no prescriptions

Markin' you off like you're on our hit-list

That's the way out, no other option given

If you wanted peace, you shouldn't have been slick, kid

Bitch I'm poppin' off like a Molotov

Thrown past a guard when it hits the ground

Imma knock your jaw, so when you talk a lot

Tryna ask around you won't make a sound

I've secured my place in the hall of fame

When I hit my shows, I'm center stage

Breakin' onto the scene and outta my cage

I'm loadin' my glocks and I'm takin' names

Ok hold up

We bout to make you fold up

Switching the different flows up

Pamper you like a pull up

We underground so turnip

I got this Chip on my shoulda

shooting, no gun in my holsta

I am the god like hova

But I'm just starting like nova

This just a different persona

Uh

I'm so high I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch

Fuckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely

Hit it on the couch and not that motherfuckin' love seat

I'm so high that I'm a motherfuckin' flight risk

Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch

Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber

Fuck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas

I thought those guys were fire, man

Um, like I said, the wordplay

The confidence, man

That's the main thing

To get up there, and just

To just believe in yourself

And just know that you a MC

And you can call out dudes

And, ya know, talk your shit

And be amongst the greats in hip-hop

I love it

So I just wanna show y'all respect

And let y'all know that y'all dope

Keep workin, keep rockin' man

Keep grindin'

This is a place I think y'all deserve to be

So don't give up, aight?

So keep workin and keep growin'