Combat Boots x Bike Chains Lyrics

Take that money out the dresser

You 'round a bunch of niggas you tweakin' to impress 'em

He gon' keep rappin' bout .556s till he catch one

A thousand ways to die, but I don't know the best one

Yeah, come on

Money in the air, and money on the floor

Fuckin' up her hair, treat her like a whore

Okay, let's go, c'mon

I'm acting differently of course

I do what I want to who

And I don't find no remorse

I got soul ties with the devil, bitch, let me go

Go the whole nine, can't put energy into a troll

Do it on your own time, bitch you on my watch and we can't fold

I'm in the frog eyes, hit that fuckin' gas and watch it go

I hope you don't mind, yeah, I'm probably borrowing your hoe

You think you done grown now, let's see if you do that on your own

I'm living wrong, huh

Doing good ain't get me what I want

Tapping the phone line, toss it out and see how far it go

I'm in some combat boots and bike chains, Balenciaga jean shorts

I'm the one that's piping that, she think you a sweetheart

You ain't getting no income, so what you in the streets for?

Baby girl don't fuck that good, so I gotta teach her

Yeah, come on

Don't make me mad, I act a ass

You waving flags, you doing bad

You in the trenches still and you a dad

Niggas scream fuck them kids I had to laugh

She took some fat out her stomach put it in her ass

I ain't really trippin' long as it's soft when I grab

I know a nigga was serving dope right after class

I know a nigga gon' drop this the soap they lock his ass

Money in the air, and money on the floor

Fuckin' up her hair, treat her like a whore

Okay, let's go, c'mon

I'm acting differently of course

I do what I want to who

And I don't find no remorse

I got soul ties with the devil, bitch, let me go

Go the whole nine, can't put energy into a troll

Do it on your own time, bitch you on my watch and we can't fold

I'm in the frog eyes, hit that fuckin' gas and watch it go

I'm in some combat boots and bike chains, Balenciaga jean shorts

I'm the one that's piping that, she think you a sweetheart

You ain't getting no income, so what you in the streets for?

Baby girl don't fuck that good, so I gotta teach her

Yeah, come on