Oh you want it wit' me?
Oh you f*ckin wit' me?
Yeah aight
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
This not Fashion Nova this high fashion
With street wear yeah you know the drip
Moncler on my body with the fear of gods you noticed it
Dare a nigga to take mine we rush in like soviets
That's why I'm rocking this Gosha bout to show niggas how cold it gets
Glittered up like a runway looking like we bout to take flight
How it feel to rock 30k on my body all in one night?
Like when you whip it and it come back and you get more if it's done right
Fly shit and good chronic inhale the glue in my lungs like
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
They like what you wearing can't pronounce it
What it cost you I can't count it
Need a limit I need accountant
Too much drip on that boy a fountain
I'm a problem word of mouth is
Being normal I can't allow it
Don't need bosses don't want allowance
Now leave me lone bitch I'm smokin sour
WOAH yea I'm on low with the drip
Creeping on the low with ya bitch
Like OH cuz you on the phone wit ya bitch
While I'm giving strokes to ya bitch
Like NO cuz I gotta go on ya bitch
She beggin on her knees so sick
Like daddy don't GO
But she already knew I had to dip
Already know what it is
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
Chef610 - Closets Off It's Meds Lyrics
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Oh you want it wit' me?
Oh you f*ckin wit' me?
Yeah aight
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
This not Fashion Nova this high fashion
With street wear yeah you know the drip
Moncler on my body with the fear of gods you noticed it
Dare a nigga to take mine we rush in like soviets
That's why I'm rocking this Gosha bout to show niggas how cold it gets
Glittered up like a runway looking like we bout to take flight
How it feel to rock 30k on my body all in one night?
Like when you whip it and it come back and you get more if it's done right
Fly shit and good chronic inhale the glue in my lungs like
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
They like what you wearing can't pronounce it
What it cost you I can't count it
Need a limit I need accountant
Too much drip on that boy a fountain
I'm a problem word of mouth is
Being normal I can't allow it
Don't need bosses don't want allowance
Now leave me lone bitch I'm smokin sour
WOAH yea I'm on low with the drip
Creeping on the low with ya bitch
Like OH cuz you on the phone wit ya bitch
While I'm giving strokes to ya bitch
Like NO cuz I gotta go on ya bitch
She beggin on her knees so sick
Like daddy don't GO
But she already knew I had to dip
Already know what it is
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
Oh you f*ckin wit' me?
Yeah aight
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
This not Fashion Nova this high fashion
With street wear yeah you know the drip
Moncler on my body with the fear of gods you noticed it
Dare a nigga to take mine we rush in like soviets
That's why I'm rocking this Gosha bout to show niggas how cold it gets
Glittered up like a runway looking like we bout to take flight
How it feel to rock 30k on my body all in one night?
Like when you whip it and it come back and you get more if it's done right
Fly shit and good chronic inhale the glue in my lungs like
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
They like what you wearing can't pronounce it
What it cost you I can't count it
Need a limit I need accountant
Too much drip on that boy a fountain
I'm a problem word of mouth is
Being normal I can't allow it
Don't need bosses don't want allowance
Now leave me lone bitch I'm smokin sour
WOAH yea I'm on low with the drip
Creeping on the low with ya bitch
Like OH cuz you on the phone wit ya bitch
While I'm giving strokes to ya bitch
Like NO cuz I gotta go on ya bitch
She beggin on her knees so sick
Like daddy don't GO
But she already knew I had to dip
Already know what it is
Now I do not rock my Yeezy's cuz I know that shit is dead
From the Off White to the V Lone I got different drip instead
From the YSL to Gucci yea I took that to the head
Went and copped a Lil Uzi and now all my friends are dead
Man last night I f*cked a groupie had to kick her out my bed
Hoe I'll smoke you like a doobie get the f*ck up out my head
Man sometimes I sit and lose it over stupid shit I've said
But my fits so f*ckin stupid think my closets off it's meds
Writer: Jonathan Flannery-Matthews
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid