comfort shoes

Yeah, you couldn't walk a mile in my trophy rooms

This shit be collectible, I use them as my comfort shoes

Shawty always wildin about my ex, like, bitch, just read the room

Cocaine laced with fenty shit, no wonder why my face is blue

Drugs do Willy Wonka tricks, you take them then you oompa-loomp

My bitch could throw it back on pussy bitches, y'all some hula hoops

Trapped when I was young as fuck, it's safe to say I lost some screws

Don't flip the pack, just split in twos, that's profit guap, that's trapping school

I remember being sixteen, havin' no pot to piss in

Out of Pine Hills, kicked my feet up, watchin' people killin

Then come home to my mom bitchin' bout them dirty dishes