Lyrics issey miyake - Lei

issey miyake

Told that girl to give back my sweater
Told u cant keep it, like nah
Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside
Told that boy that he can get popped
Like it can get serious
They biting my swag yea im furious
Issey miyake my jeans boy im fitted in
When im up in school im not the one fitting in
Yea aye yea aye yea
Keychains hanging off my jeans
I told that boy he cant be lei
Like way the boy wanna be me
Im popping dem x im seeing zs
Finna pour me a 4 and im finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my blt yea that double C, yes
Si ya, she be like yes
His watch is stone no medusa head
Versace my clothes got ice on my neck
Got a rollie new frame had to set time ahead
Cause im flying from state to state
Im a rockstar show up late
I think she in love, in love with my face
Told that boy come outside and run me my fade
*tutututututu*
Im outside wit the pole like u can get smoked
We rolling him up we clutch it and go
We puffing that gas not no citgo
The boy think he fly wearing a peacoat
Thats whack that sucks
Yea we pulling up we shooting him up partner
Yea we gon drill him up partner
Yea we got hella drugs partner
She off the ecstacy yea she a goner
Yea i cant feel my legs no longer
Yea aye yea aye yea
My bands is as fat as your girl
Yea thats pretty big
I told her that i cannot die in my world
Aye aye
And thats pretty sick
Her new mans a nerd, her new mans a earl
Aye aye
That boy is a stick tryna talk down on me man that boy got some nerve
Yea im evil like that
I dont like to talk dont like people like that
That boy wanna flex but he broke thats too bad
He stay tryna diss tryna beef you too mad
Love you son now you, «i love you to dad»
We finna light that boy up like a bowl
Riding my wave i might take out your boat
I laugh in yall face like yall really some jokes
Yea yea
I told that boy get his racks up
This glock 17 make him back up
We smoking that boy like its thrax yuh
I got my racks up and my stats up
Dont show me your song thats a pass yuh
The people that hated on me showing me fake luv
You mad that i passed ya
Told that girl to give back my sweater
Told u cant keep it, like nah
Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside
Told that boy that he can get popped
Like it can get serious
They biting my swag yea im furious
Issey miyake my jeans boy im fitted in
When im up in school im not the one fitting in
Yea aye yea aye yea
Keychains hanging off my jeans
I told that boy he cant be lei
Like way the boy wanna be me
Im popping dem x im seeing zs
Finna pour me a 4 and im finna lean
Shawty giving it up like it was for free
All over my belt yea that double C, yes
Told that girl to give back my sweater
Told u cant keep it, like nah
Got them guns outside, got them sticks outside
Told that boy that he can get popped
Like it can get serious
They biting my swag yea im furious
Issey miyake my jeans boy im fitted in
When im up in school im not the one fitting in