Denim Lyrics

Yeah

Okay, okay

Yeah, racks in the back, they ain't denim

Shawty way too thick for them jeans, she can't fit 'em (let's go)

Send a bullet, you know we ain't miss 'em

Aye, it really ain't no problem, they'll get 'em

Catch him for that money 'cause he owe me

I don't really need no friends, I'm fine if I be lonely

They was tryna send the bag on me but that ain't on me (yeah)

Whatever they gone do, man I just tell it to my homies

From the block, I'm on the lookout

That choppa finna heat that lil' boy up just like a cookout

Tryna pull up to the show, you out of time 'cause you got booked out

All the racks inside the duffel bag, lil' bruh, they got took out

Feel like Shaq, the way I shook out (mhm), yeah

Gotta spin the block again because I passed it up

Shawty tellin' me she heartless, she ain't mad enough

I'm the coldest in the ring like a wrestler

Don't play wit' them lil' boy, they'll flip you like a spatula (yeah)

Yeah, racks in the back, they ain't denim

Shawty way too thick for them jeans, she can't fit 'em (let's go)

Send a bullet, you know we ain't miss 'em (let's go)

For that bag, they gone put you in the system

Yeah

Mhm

This just light work bruh

I ain't even gone lie, this some lil' light work bruh, for real