Thrifted Jeans Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

(Uhh)

(Yung Symo, yeah)

(Yung Symo, yeah)

I got a strap right on my hip

You pocket watching ill make sure you leak

Got a bad bitch right up on my bed, she complimenting me

Betta miss me with those feature DMs, we in different leagues

Gotta step up rocking rugged denim, only thrifted jeans

My pockets been bulking, stay fat

And yo new hoe keep calling me dad

Good thing I majored in kinesi

Cause I think I done blew out her back, uh

Miss me with them DMs when I'm done with you

I ain't ever let a wench get comfortable

I don't want chit chat 'bout nothing unless there is money that we got to talk about

Everything that I fuck with gonna be yo favorite but like 3 years from now

Man of my dreams and I geek off the lean but lil bitch ant got no plans of tapping out

Spazz on a track, yeah, Symo at bat, so you know that we gonna reach the clouds

Fuck it, we going on top dat

Ask that ho she know "slopdat"

She turned into a vagician

"Woah, gimme my cock back"

I don't want no mo' hoes on my roster

If a bitch gone give me lip then we toss her

Huh, huh

She acting macaroni time

Bronem do not no my slimes

Yo chopsticks not big as mine

Huh, Huh

Yo posse full of pussy like a clowder full of damn felines

Switch it let me spray a nine

Huh, you know what the fuck that I mean

Balinci all up on my feet

A bad ho sit right at my feet

Huh, huh

Acting captain of this fleet

Huh, and my ships an SRT

I got a strap right on my hip

You pocket watching ill make sure you leak

Got a bad bitch right up on my bed, she complimenting me

Betta miss me with those feature DMs, we in different leagues

Gotta step up rocking rugged denim, only thrifted jeans

My pockets been bulking, stay fat

And yo new hoe keep calling me dad

Good thing I majored in kinesi

Cause I think I done blew out her back, uh

Miss me with them DMs when I'm done with you

I ain't ever let a wench get comfortable