In My Boks Lyrics

You're in your bag

I'm in my Boks

You're in your bag

Ay, I'm in my Boks

Look, you're in your bag

I'm in my Boks

You're in your bag, bitch

I'm in my Boks, I'm in my

Reebok Club C Revenge of the tube socks with the low tops

Tea gone cold, wonder why they spill that, give them no props

SPY play went sideways so I fucking learn how to take loss

Still lace my shoes up, have the étouffée with a Sundrop, yeah

Walking, I'm hopping the fences

Staining my Boks on the lawn

Semi-aloof in my senses

And my phone battery gone

Look how I taught myself tension

Gritting my teeth as I yawn

Quick on the draw, swimming through quarter-acre plots

I'm on the prowl, I'm in my Boks, bitch

You're in your bag

I'm in my Boks

You're in your bag

Ay, I'm in my Boks

Look, you're in your bag

I'm in my Boks

You're in your bag, bitch

I'm in my Boks, I'm in my

Boks though

This the sound of the block though

Eastbound in a hatchback with a thumbs up for the vatos

Dog days and it's hot spells

Still talking on tempos

Mic drops with an icebox on the side stage full of High Life

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I'm in a fever dream

I am facetious, I'm with the geeses

Watching the pavement steam

Mulberry stains all on my fingers

Oh, and I'm tapering

Off a winter as bleak as your prospects

Came back with a scar

Came back new weight class for the card

Walking, I'm hopping the fences

Staining my Boks on the lawn

Semi-aloof in my senses

And my phone battery gone

Look how I taught myself tension

Gritting my teeth as I yawn

Quick on the draw, swimming through quarter-acre plots

I'm on the prowl, I'm in my Boks, bitch

You're in your bag

I'm in my Boks

You're in your bag

Ay, I'm in my Boks

Look, you're in your bag

I'm in my Boks

You're in your bag, bitch

I'm in my Boks, I'm in my

That's a small bag

Very small bag

I'm in my

I'm in my Boks

You're in your bag

I'm in my Boks

you're in your bag, bitch

I'm in my Boks

I'm in my Boks