High as shit, i’m in a booth
Why you keep falling from your own shoes?
And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy
Crockadillys are the shoes for me
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Hiding reggie sacks in your socks
Wear bikini bottoms, no bra, and tube socks
Heard the sound of several gun shots
There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news
Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,
Like the bottom of your dated shoes
All them bitches converse with me off that react juice
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
They claim it as their own, africa
Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,
Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box
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