I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I — I — I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I — I — I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
Nah, walk up to the club like, «What up? I got a big cock!»
I’m so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it’s so damn frosty
That people like, «Damn! That’s a cold ass honkey.»
Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine
Dressed in pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly’s sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else’s been walkin' in But me and grungy fuckin it I am stuntin' and flossin' and
Savin' my money and I’m hella happy that’s a bargain, bitch
I’ma take your grandpa’s style, I’ma take your grandpa’s style
No for real — ask your grandpa — can I have his hand-me-downs?
They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard
I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello
John Wayne ain’t got nothing on my fringe game, hell no I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
The sneaker heads would be like «Aw, he got the Velcros»
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I — I — I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I — I — I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?
What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?
I’m digging, I’m digging, I’m searching through that luggage
One man’s trash, that’s another man’s come-up
Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt
'Cause right now I’m up in her stuntin'
I’m at the Goodwill, you can find me in the
I’m not, I’m not sick of searchin' in that section
Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy
I’ll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker
The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker
I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker
They be like, «Oh, that Gucci — that’s hella tight.»
I’m like, «Yo — that’s fifty dollars for a T-shirt.»
Limited edition, let’s do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt — that’s just some ignorant bitch
I call that getting swindled and pimped
I call that getting tricked by a business
That shirt’s hella dough
And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don’t
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Tryna get girls from a brand? Man you hella won’t
Man you hella won’t
Hella won’t
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I — I — I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
I wear your granddad’s clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I wear your granddad’s clothes
I look incredible
I’m in this big ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I’m gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I — I — I’m hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome