MIX N MATCH lyrics

[Intro]
Beep, beep, beep, beep
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Reapyy) Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose
Ayo, Shoki, this go crazy
Broke-ass n*ggas
Ayy, ayy, Sleezy

[Chorus]
Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Splash, splash)
TEC or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can't let it loose (Boom, boom)
b*tch, I got that motherf*ckin' USSR Russian tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Sleezy, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah)
Nike Shox R4s, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*ckin' goon (Sleezy, Sleezy)
Going undercover, NUMBER (N)INE, b*tch, yeah, that's the tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
I stomp him on the curb in these motherf*ckin' ALYX boots (Ewok, ewok)

[Verse 1]
I match this with that (Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy, Sleezy), that Tommy or that MAC (Sleezy, Sleezy)
I'm rollin' up your OG, I'm smokin' on that pack (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'ma run him down, give your boy a chrome heart attack (Give me that, give mе that, give me that)
All he hеard was bullets, doo-doo-doo, ain't comin' back (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
In the stu' with Carol Christian Poell, you can't get that (Splash)
Seen them flashing cameras, you can't touch, you can't see that (Nah-nah, nah-nah)
I came home from jail, my b*tch told me I'm conceited (Ewok, ewok)
I gave that boy a shell top, this ain't no Adidas (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
[Interlude]
I got too many 'fits to choose (Sleez')
I got too many 'fits to choose (Sleez')
I got too many 'fits to choose (Splash, splash)
I got too many 'fits to choose (Splash, splash)
I can't shop at Sak's Fifth
b*tch, I'm way too rich (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
I can't shop at Sak's Fifth
b*tch, I'm way too rich (Nah, nah, nah, nah)

[Chorus]
Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Splash, splash)
TEC or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can't let it loose (Boom, boom)
b*tch, I got that motherf*ckin' USSR Russian tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Sleezy, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah)
Nike Shox R4s, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*ckin' goon (Sleezy, Sleezy)
Going undercover, NUMBER (N)INE, b*tch, yeah, that's the tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
I stomp him on the curb in these motherf*ckin' ALYX boots (Ewok, ewok)

[Verse 2]
I feel so hysteric in this glamor, catchin' bodies (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm rockin Vivienne Westwood while I'm booted off the molly (Splash, splash, splash)
I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps (Boom), b*tch
I hit twenty-three jump shots on them opps, b*tch (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
In my Jordans, b*tch (Sleezy, Sleezy), in my Jordans, b*tch (Sleezy, Sleezy)
So important (Sleezy, Sleezy), all my drip imported (Splash, splash)
Stomp him in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
b*tch, I stomp him in these Rick Owens, not Air Forces (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
[Chorus]
Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Splash, splash)
TEC or the Glock with the Dior runner shoes (Vyoom, vyoom, vyoom)
Know I got a rocket launcher, I can't let it loose (Boom, boom)
b*tch, I got that motherf*ckin' USSR Russian tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Which one should I wear? I got plenty 'fits to choose (Sleezy, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah)
Nike Shox R4s, I lace 'em up 'cause I'm a f*ckin' goon (Sleezy, Sleezy)
Going undercover, NUMBER (N)INE, b*tch, yeah, that's the tool (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
I stomp him on the curb in these motherf*ckin' ALYX boots (Ewok, ewok)

[Outro]
Sos had an account, Christian human skin
I don't know, man, f*ck it
That's why they call it sellin' your soul, 'cause **** to the ****
Word
That's f*cked up, right? 'Cause **** puttin' rocks in f*ckin' human skin, Carol Christian, it was—
That would probably be hard, though
That would be hard though, yeah
Drip
You steppin' on humans
**** walk mad good, I learned to **** out good
Where do they get the human skin? Probably—
I don't know, I gotta do some ****, I gotta do some ****, yeah
Hell yeah, definitely a dead body, he's not gonna like—
I don't know, bro
Kill someone, haha
CCP, n*gga's a ill n*gga
His clothes is mad expensive, bro, like that n*gga's—
Well, if it's human skin, of course
Well nah, nah, nah, just, nah, nah, nah
It's hard to find that sh*t, like, you see that sh*t—
Nah, you don't know how that leather's made, yeah
And when I see that sh*t, it's this **** I follow on the 'Gram
This ****, I be talkin' to him again, bro he has—
Yo bro, this n*gga has every Carol, he's a ****
But he's a **** two, he don't wanna **** to me
He's like "Oh, they don't make them in your size"
How about I dead find the ****, like
I'm talkin' to the n*gga, the other n*gga that sellin' it
And the n*gga I bought it from online
And ****, some n*gga said ****
Call **** —lands ****, but I found his page through that ****
Tagged that ****
You feel me? Like, "Just got these through my friend ****"
Drip humans, human drip