Margiela lyrics

[Intro]
Six7 on the beat
Uh, go
Uh, uh, go
Double S sh*t
Glen Boy, go

[Verse]
Yeah, run with that sack, better tackle that b*tch
I keep a Glockie all in my jacket and sh*t
I sip on Wock, they got rid of that Actavis sh*t
I don't like watches, but I might throw a stack on my wrist
Hit the strip club, throw a stack on a b*tch
Icy Glen Baby, chain Johnny Dang on the back of that b*tch
Yeah, I got racks on the list
Got caught with the stick and he turned to a snitch
Rose gold VVS ring on my fist
Get punched in your face if you try to take this
Up a Glock to his face like, "Here, take this."
These Raf Simons, ho, I don't wear Asics
Glen Baby 2, sh*t
They call us top tier 'cause we shoot sh*t
What I got in my ear cost a new whip
No respect for that ho 'cause she do di*ks
Yeah, these n*ggas broke and they funny
Yeah, me and my b*tch got that money (Ha)
Bring out them racks then take 'em to Johnny
Hit me, get back, now my neck lookin' sunny
I smoke a spliff 'cause you know how I'm comin'
n*ggas don't play 'cause they know how I does it
n*ggas don't play 'cause they know how I bust it (Yeah)
f*ck all that sh*t, we gon' shoot it in public
f*ck all that sh*t, n*gga, just drop the addy
All of my n*ggas grew up with no daddy (Ha)
Turn off the lights, diamonds hit you like Manny (Yeah)
Come to the show in the back of the Phantom
f*ck n*gga play, I'ma send shooters at him (Bow)
I'm with the slimes and I bet they gon' tag him
I'm with that smoke, I be ready to battle
Whole lot of dope in the foreign, no cattle
Hit from the back, make it jiggle like Jello
I got Margiela, Margiela, Margiela
Whole lot of weed in this b*tch, I don't sell it
Pull out the Glock, let it spray like repellent
I started this sh*t, n*gga, give me my credit
Four-five bullets on me, no pellets
Whole lot of green on me, no lettuce
I do this sh*t with no effort, they jealous
Just called the doctor, bring out the medicine
Five-star restaurant, I'm showin' elegance
Me and my b*tch eat Percs like vegetables
n*gga touch me, turn his ass to a vegetable
Came out the mud, now I'm all at the festivals
Came from the Metros, we goin' federal
Can't get no money, so, boy, what you really do?
Double S-G, I send 'em, go finish you