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Clyde Carson

$100 Socks

 

$100 Socks

(album: Fast Lane - 2020)


[Clyde Carson:]
Yeah, ayy

I'm thinking I switched my gears again, I'm steering clear
They thinking I ain't gon' come around, I still appear
Yeah, smashing like I'm supposed to, flow is still the ocean
Yeah, she just want the dopest, she just caught me posted
Magnificent, right now, on some G.O.A.T. shit
Pineapple pop mixed in with her Patrón sips
It used to be no mattress, just a couch
No AC in the summer, but we still figured it out, right
Yeah, send my condolence
For every nigga that got took out over ho shit
Niggas be mad, niggas be feeling entitled, halitosis
It get funky, it get spunky, watch out who you close with
Super bad with me, switching when she walking
Yeah, got the kinda hustle that you don't see often, yeah
Grinding all these hours, need a bigger profit
Told me that you tryna get further, and now we locked in

[Larry June:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, man
Good job

Jumping out this four-door, it's looking like she saw a ghost
Cuban link gold, one glance and the bitch chose
I don't pimp no more, but these shoes like having hoes
Merchandise selling out the roof, I need to cop a store
I don't need to cop no more Rollies, 'cause I got four
Bucket hat one-twenty with the lil' monkey on it
Three-hundred-dollar cup holder, no soda on it (Numbers)
In Trader Joes with this 40 cal, I don't trust nothing
Pulled up in that ASC McLaren, BBS's on it (Yes, Lord)
Money just hit a lil' different when you thug for it
You ain't even got a hundred racks, what you clubbing for?
If you ever see me in a suit, it's probably Tom Ford (Good job)
My son and some money the only thing I got time for
Bitch, you gotta work around my schedule, it's bad for you (What's happenin'?)
Baby, I don't cherish no pussy, I like Lambos (Lambos)
Third grade, nigga used to dream 'bout them Land Rovers (For real)
Hundred-dollar socks, on the beach eating mangos (Mangos)
'87 Vette, donkey rope, and a Kangol (Good job)
Twenty thousand dollars if we talking what the chain cost (Numbers)
No diamonds, nigga, pure gold, I don't play with 'em, what's happenin'?

Man, uh
Goddamn, sock it to me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Man
Good job
Yeah
What the?
Yeah
What the?
Yeah
What the?
Yeah

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