​​in dese G Star Denims ! lyrics

[Chorus]
These n*ggas-these n*ggas be hoes, so I'on keep up with 'em
I feel so clean in these G-Star denims
An-an-and these jeans, got some racks up in 'em
Countin' up green, n*gga, too clean
Got a bad b*tch, and she lookin' mean
I'm pourin' up some sh*t up, pourin' the drink
We servin' the opp, n*gga, we servin' fiends (Fiends)
I feel like Juice, I got blood on my jeans (Jeans)
She don't know me, we gettin' that bean
These n*ggas be cappin', they fakin' their streams (Streams)
I cannot cap and I put it on me
Th-they (Yeah) ain't think I could do it, but now they 'boutta—

[Instrumental]

[Interlude]
Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy, huh, uh
Uh-huh, huh
Uh, uh-huh, huh, yeah
Huh, yeah

[Verse]
Don't be out here-don't be out here flexin' everyday
Throw these racks up in her face (Face)
I'ma keep stackin' up
I'ma keep packin' up these n*ggas 'cause they lames
These n*ggas, they do it for fame (Fame)
Designer sh*t, that's what I'm sayin' (Sayin')
I'm ridin' with my n*gga, we ride with the stick
I'm slidin' with my n*gga, and we slidin' up with the glicks (Blaow)
I'm rollin' up some gas while you smokin' on some mid
Versace my designer every time they check the fit
But these n*ggas still try to hate on me
If he talkin' down, they like coffee
And I'm pourin' up with the gang, with my posse
I got the fenty, [?] me
How do these f*ck-n*ggas know yo' sh*t sweat?
Yeah, uh, ayy
Where's-where's my blunt? I'ma roll it up
If you got some racks, n*gga, hold 'em up
When I first seen the money, I was sellin' dope
The-these n*ggas my sons, so I'm T'd up
I'm countin' it up, I don't need ya
I got a white b*tch, her name Nina
It's gon' cost some dough for a feature
[Chorus]
These n*ggas be hoes, so I'on keep up with 'em
I feel so clean in these G-Star denims
An-an-and these jeans, got some racks up in 'em
Countin' up green, n*gga, too clean
Got a bad b*tch, and she lookin' mean
I'm pourin' up some sh*t up, pourin' the drink
We servin' the opp, n*gga, we servin' fiends (Fiends)
I feel like Juice, I got blood on my jeans (Jeans)
She don't know me, we gettin' that bean
These n*ggas be cappin', they fakin' their streams (Streams)
I cannot cap and I put it on me
They (Yeah) ain't think I could do it, but now they 'boutta see

[Outro]
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