PS (Pants Sag) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Zaytoven, goddamn (Yur)
What you on though? (Yur)
Gettin' guap right? (Yur)
Thanks for the care package n*gga (Yeah)
Dropped down in a nick of time (Huh, huh, huh)
Got them Perc's, we don't pop em' though (Huh, huh, huh)
Do this sh*t for real n*gga (Gang)

[Bridge]
I'ma let my pants sag, shawty
I'ma let my pants sag, shawty
She like "why you let your pants sag?"
This that F&N swag
Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
Let my pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
Just another day, just another day

[Verse 1]
My kicks a thousand grams, girl, pants cost me them bands, dad
I weren't giving a damn, miss, pardon me, you startled me
My chains filled with currency, ice attack, emergency
Turn this b*tch to murder scene, hurry please, he burgundy
Shirt off, a lotta tax, I can smoke a hunnid racks
Got Chief Sosa pack, I switched that, they was smokin' that
Eighty racks in these f*ckin' jeans make my pants sag
Chain swag, chain swang, wrist Glo, Range Flash
SosaToven, cash in these dragon pants
F&N hangin' out my pocket give you bad skin
Red Porsche with the frog lights and the paper tag
n*gga run up on us, hang him upside down and shake his ass
[Chorus]
I'ma let my pants sag, .40 make my pants sag
F&N make my pants sag, ratchet make my pants sag
I got so much jewelry on me, I get so much money, homie
I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone
Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
I got too much jewlery on me, got too many shots on me
Pants sag, pants sag, damn, I got a stupid swag
If you let them get it first, up your c*ck, shoot it back

[Verse 2]
Hold the strap lower than a Lambo'
In a Lambo', dust his ass, call it M code
Diamond ducka run it, think I got it from a dutcher
Watch goin' crazy, spanish miss at the snow
Throwin' up the bankroll, f*ckin' up the bankroll
It's Dominican, keep sacks, had them pesos
Higher than G6, flyer than a Aero
G's L's up solo in the waterfall
Sosa make pesos, Sosa get Dinero
Send it to me, give it to me, keep it on a dealo
Shoot him with the .44, shoot him like a free throw
I can up somethin' that's bigger than yo ego

[Chorus]
I'ma let my pants sag, .40 make my pants sag
F&N make my pants sag, ratchet make my pants sag
I got so much jewelry on me, I get so much money, homie
I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone
Pants sag, pants sag, I'ma let my pants sag
I got too much jewlery on me, got too many shots on me
Pants sag, pants sag, damn, I got a stupid swag
If you let them get it first, up your c*ck, shoot it back
[Verse 3]
Tadoe pants keep saggin' to the floor
.40 get to the speedin', Ball's you ain't gettin' the sheets
I hold 60 grands up in my pants
And it got my pants keep fallin' off my ass
I got racks on racks on top of racks
We got straps and stacks on back bag
I hold 80 cash in my jeans (80)
I pull that sh*t out on 'em and make 'em mad (So mad)
I got 40 cash plus I got a FN, so if you try me I'ma shoot you once then shoot you again
So if you tryna rob me, I'ma shoot the shorty shorty
I got a 40 grand plus I got a 40 pants plus I got a banger

[Outro]
Huh, bang bang, huh, brrr, huh, bang bang, huh, huh, bang bang, brr
I got so much jewelry on yet I think I need a clone
Bang, huh, bang bang, huh, brrr, gang gang bang, huh
If you let them get it first, up your c*ck, shoot it back
Shoot it back, ayy, brrr
Shoot it back, ayy, brrr
Shoot it back, ayy, brrr
Shoot it back, ayy