Margiela Toes Lyrics

Racks touch down I'm lit

I just touched ten racks that's it (Yeah, yeah)

I just put new Marni my kicks

I just drop these racks on fits (Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah)

I just get fly with my bros (Yeah)

Margiela kicks when you look at my toes, yeah

(Yeah)

Pussy nigga, break the code

You gon' get fold like clothes (Yeah, yeah)

You know it's Wintr, I'm cold (Flrr, yeah)

I'm fin to stay in that snow (Hey, yeah)

I'm sipping Wock got me slow

I cannot do that no more

I fell in love when them racks touchdown

He talking down, he a god damn clown

You want the smoke, we could send you some rounds

What you gon' say when you lost never found

I'm smoking on purple, you smoking on brown

Jugged your man for them racks, put them on the ground

We send em gas , serve it by the pound

He getting too hot, told em settled down

Now I gotta flex on him, I'm too elevated

We in the S-Class, we ain't up the rating

Got too many racks in and I know you hate it

I catch a opp thot and I'm celebrating

Hop in that 4-speed, we ain't never breaking

I got the 4 cheese I'ma slide with bacon

These niggas corny and that's why they hating

When these racks touchdown, I feel like Peyton

I'm a real hellboy, but I ain't satan

I'm a real bag getter, I ain't saving

We gon' chop him, down like pencil shaving

With this lantern, on me cause a cave-in

I just poured two fours on the pavement

They tried cloning me ain't no replacement

I'm too bread adjacent came in for the payment

Just like, Freddy, Jason, we gon' fucking take him

I'm gon' cut that bitch off, I feel like K-Camp

I got owl eyes and yeah, I brought the Drake in

On the bud right now and boy you off the K-pin

Got this bad-ass model bitch, she saying K Den

They gon' copy flows and take up all the cadence

I'm gon' go up on this shit and it ain't a rating

All these niggas hoes and I ain't on the fake shit

I got two bad hoes and they still on the wait list

And the only L's I'm taking is the gas

You was talking, all my niggas now you past

This hoe eating like a cow up on the grass

Lil bitch, you know snakes up in the grass

Fours up in the cup, last

Doors up in the space coupe, dash

I think it's real ironic, say I'm trash

40 hit a nigga, make him blast

40 hit him, now that nigga ash

And these bitches talking, I just want the cash

Hop in, digital the dash

Red dot on him like a rash

Hotbox, space coupe crash

I'm off zaza mask

That's a odd-thot pass

40 blowing niggas with that fa

40 millimeters at your chest

Why you talking to me? You a pest

Why you talking to me? You're like mess

And I just get to the cheddar, gettin' to the uh

Racks touch down I'm lit (Flrr)

I just touched ten racks that's it

I just put new Marni my kicks (Yeah, yeah)

I just drop these racks on fits (Yeah yeah)

I just get fly with my bros (Yeah)

Margiela kicks when you look at my toes, yuh (Yeah)

Pussy nigga, break the code (Yeah)

You gon' get fold like clothes (Yeah yeah)

You know it's Wintr, I'm cold (Yeah)

I'm fin to stay in that snow (Hey, yeah)

I'm sipping Wock got me slow (Yeah)

I cannot do that no more (Bee)