Crocs Lyrics

Ha, margiela my jeans

I saw ya bitch, she just wanna fuck

Hop in my whip, two tone diamonds my crocs

Huh, she wanna be mine

Give me the night, give me the night

Bitch, I'll call you at five

Pull up to your lil spot for fun and shit

Hoppa my bin

Yeah, I don't need a hoe

Front and center of my own damn show, like

Artillery like three bullet ammo

I don't't even trust camo

Yeah, magazine full of cake

Bday soon coming up

I never said I loved yah but I told myself I'd be there for ya

Yeah, you don't't need me, yeah

Might OD on the floor, yeah

Smoked too many lines on the countertop like shit

Huh, pussy cat like courage the dog

Show you my nine, you hop around like a frog

I pay my hoe in full like she gon shake that ass for twenty grand or so

Counterfeit money for weed and blow

Yeah, I don't trust myself

I gave her my whole life and she split that shit in half, like

Oh, I don't need no hoe

Designer my clothes already

It's not your birthday but I see confetti

Yeah, fromt row, thought I'd need it

Designer Cler, she rocking the boots with the fur

Gucci diamonds, yeah, all on my ricks

Never thought I'd be telling you time

Millard my wrist, that shit so timeless

Guess I'm a genius, cheat on your bitch

I'm taking that shit so flawless

I saw ya bitch, she just wanna fuck

Hop in my whip, two tone diamonds my crocs

Huh, she wanna be mine

Give me the night, give me the night

Bitch, I'll call you at five

Pull up to your lil spot for fun and shit

Hoppa my bin

Flawless

No I won't

No I won't