Greg - Thrifted Fit Lyrics

Pull up in all black, this a thrifted fit
Use the Draco like the MLB, bitch I'm hitting shit
Lil' nigga, he be mad as f*ck, that boy militant
Yo' hoe safe with me
Got my money and my lips sealed
Feel like Destroy Lonely, lil' bitch I'm tryna catch a kill (Catch a kill)
Bitch I feel like Russ, triple double, hundred from the field
You flexing fake money, why the f*ck that shit look teal? (Broke bitch)
Bitch I'm high off life, I ain't never pop no f*cking pills (F*ck no)

Crying 'bout that hoe, act like you never seen no bitch before
Bitch I'm rocking out, just like Skid Row
Bad bitch showing tits, suck the nipples like a kid yo (What?)
Evil ass white boy, nigga look like Sid
I might get yo' hoe on YouTube, nigga feel like King Cid
Colliding with these f*ck niggas, lil' bitch I'm the kingpin (Fisk)
I got real steel, knock that nigga out the ring, yeah
Give a f*ck how you feel, you the dickriding king, nigga

Yeah, niggas on my dick bad,
You a funny nigga, I'm not laughing with you, Sinbad

I came in with 10 rings
Bitch I look like Shang-Chi
Black leg on me, Sanji
I might f*ck yo' auntie
She the one that did me wrong, so why I gotta say sorry?
My drip mix the colors, yeah, bitch I look like Marty
No matter the weather, score six in a heartbeat
He swear I got clipped, reload that mag, like Charlie Charlie
Unless you take that risk, you won't be shit
Straight from iCarly (iCarly)

Five m's on me, bitch no, I don't roleplay (F*ck no)
Bring the jacket out (Brrrr), this shit a cold day
Viva la Vida, bitch I was ten listening to Coldplay
Put white in her teeth, no nigga not talking Colgate
You not shooting shit, pussy boy, you don't got no aim (No aim)
Niggas do that bullshit, no remorse and don't got no shame (No shame)
We doin' business, but you ain't pull up with no closed case (Closed case)
F*ck yo' feelings, you a bitch, and that's a whole shame

Pull up in all black, this a thrifted fit
Use the Draco like the MLB, bitch I'm hitting shit
Lil' nigga, he be mad as f*ck, that boy militant
Yo' hoe safe with me
Got my money and my lips sealed
Feel like Destroy Lonely, lil' bitch I'm tryna catch a kill
Bitch I feel like Russ, triple double, hundred from the field
You flexing fake money, why the f*ck that shit look teal?
Bitch I'm high off life, I ain't never pop no f*cking pills