Bape Camo & Deadstocks Lyrics

Man, I swear to God I didn't want to wear these shoes man

I thought I was gonna be able to keep them on ice for a few years

Fuck it though

And they hard

Bio Beige Tinker's

Pinky look gorgeous while my hand hit the blinker

Look

I highly doubt that you 'bout that life

Breath smelling like Veuve

I'm still blowing on the dice

Lost the 36, bought the 42

And you'd shit bricks

If you caught a glimpse of what I'm 'bout to do

I'm baking soda

Fire Caine

Merged with the water

Canada Goose parka

In a four door Porsche

At Plaza Motors

They know us

Let's call a spade a spade

You clowns is looking like jokers

The block I'm from

Still jump like Hoodie Rio

Camo wind breaker

Compliments of Valentino

Me and Ill Will

Passing through Reno

Niggas resumes

Ain’t matching with they egos

TEAM POLY BITCH

UGHHHH

TEAM POLY BITCH

Look

Jerseys from my childhood adolescences

Fair share of L's

No losses

All lessons

Witnessed God's favor

From my fruits of labor

Money piling up

Two sky scrapers

I'm from where

Nelly Mo got rich as fuck

Larry Hughes went to school Before he switched it up

Eric Reedus had that bag

Then got jammed up

I did it all

Who am I to fuck tradition up

Heman Park Legend

In my black and gold Adidas

I used pump fake

And shoot my jumpers from the bleachers

Teachers couldn't reach us

Fresh like everyday's Easter

Shout out to my first gold chain and beeper

Tom Sachs Mars Yards

Parked the spaceship

Dead Stocks

And some big whips

A cool 10K in that shoe box

Bape Camo and some Dead Stocks

UGHHHH