Freaky Denim Lyrics

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And my Granny told me cooler heads prevail, but they been testin me

That .40 caliber, it's tucked inside these freaky denim jeans

And growing up, no father, lookin up to people throwin C's

8 or 9, I told my mom we playin, but we smokin weed

Ay, bitch, I could trick dat, these bitches think they special, please

And my brother got a wild wrist, he whippin up a recipe

I bought my dirty K a breast lift, this bitch got double D's

In the field, Rodger Goodell wit it, bitch, I run the league

Ounce of coke on the counter and all them spoons stained

Outta state, I'm McLovin it wit this new name

This a dog eat a dog world, you on the food chain

Bullets turn a healthy bone into some cocaine

Watch the white crumble when the strap find em

I ain't throw the sack cause you gon fumble, call him Matt Ryan

I ain't finna listen to the opps, they just some rats lyin

I ain't ever rap capped and I can't wait to flatline em

Blasian lil bitch up on my line, I call her Blac Chyna

We done had to put the team in motion, call me Pat Riley

And I told em all to chill, cause I'm chillin, but I be gettin grimy

I don't think he really tryna see that side

Take a pick, it's either beefin wit the guys or stay alive

Man it's crazy, everybody ask for favors soon as gang arrive

Lil bitch, aye

And my Granny told me cooler heads prevail, but they been testin me

This .40 caliber, it's tucked inside these freaky denim jeans

Growing up without no father, lookin up to people throwin C's

8 or 9, I told my mom we playin, but we smokin weed

Bitch, ay, I could trick dat, these bitches think they special, please

And my brother got a wild wrist, he whippin up a recipe

I bought my dirty K a breast lift, this bitch got double D's

In the field, Rodger Goodell wit it, bitch, I run the league

Shh, what? Bitch, bitch

Ounce of coke on the counter and all them spoons stained

Outta state, I'm McLovin it wit this new name

This a dog eat a dog world, you on the food chain

Bitch, what?