[Verse 1 Spiderfang] Blackcloaked jeans, crosscolor shirt Jansport knapsack, that is where I keep the work And by work, I mean weed Im a mac, but I rock A.P.C No Microsoft, no Hodgman Spiderfang fly to the point its a problem The ?colored blues, b, I got em The Moltaracci shoes, b, I got em Hot roddin, geoPrism ridin Verrazano Bridge ten bucks and I glide in So clean like I put extra Tide in Thorough on the block, cause the kid extra tiedin On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Quati boots, like Im in the motherfucking forest But Im not hunting a duck, man Im out here grinding, hunting a buck My mom used to dress me in Conway Now I rock the pink Polo shorts, no Kanye All day not giving a fuck Seinfeld style, not giving a fuck [Hook] Nautica shorts, Hilfiger shorts Pink Polo shorts, pink pink Polo shorts Vacso shorts, Karl Kani shorts Pink Polo shorts, pink pink Polo shorts South Pole shorts, Champion shorts Pink Polo shorts, pink pink Polo shorts Coogi shorts, Russell Athletic shorts Pink Polo shorts, pink pink Polo shorts [Verse 2 Heems] Yeah, fuzzy red fleeces, Bloomys, Macys Hilfiger, Polo, Nautica, crazy And Im in your girls tushie Got like eight orange Nautica swooshies Hanging on the Jansport knapsack Aint nothing, just backpack trap rap At the crib stay burning Sweaters by S.N.S. Herning N.Y. natives, we get that cash Hightops made by Chris van Ash Make them dollars, fugiwara In the Honda with a bougie mama Who he? Ha ha, he got dollars Common projects line his closet My mom used to dress me in Conway Or boogergreen sweaters straight from Bombay [Hook] [Verse 3 KOOL A.D.] Do you love it? I love it, I got it at Ross, man Baytop, my moms sauce is hot sauce, man Plus I got more sauce than a sauce pan Im a saucya, man, something like a boss, man Knuckleheads catch it cocotazo way Shit trash heaps in my sleep, this a tossaway Stay stacking pies even if they take the sauce away From every single spot up in the Bay to far rock away Playing soccer is stupid, I kick some other necks Pull your wifey and your sister and your mother next The brother fresh, plus the kid is dressed In whatever I found up on the floor that doesnt smell like sex I rock a womens sweater, I give a fuck, whatever Call me Kid Cudi how I get the kiddie cut wetter Crosscolor clash, man, Jimmie jazz jam band All tan everything, everything tan, man [Hook]
short, pink, polo, sauce, nautica