Croc Boys (Ft. Hi I’m Chris)

[Justin's Verse]
[?] foam will melt your eyes right out your sockets
I copped a couple crocs and now we ballin' like the [?]
In my goodwill fit, for $30 now I'm drippin'
I'm walkin' with my gators but you'll never see me trippin'
Comin' up outta the swamps and now you're steppin' with the greatest
I keep it squeaky clean with soap n' water, y'all keep hatin'
From my head to my feet I keep it drippin' like the Amazon
I never met your mother but I fucked her with my crocs on! (*Satire - respect women)
Hear it squeakin' when I'm walkin'
You stole yo mamma's credit card when she was talkin'
You dropped a couple racks on yeezies, you're fuckin' stupid
I'm stackin' paper up in my bag, we rockin' crocs fuckin' doofus
You're talkin' shit saying your sneaker game is vicious
So tell me why your friends are always askin' about my gibbets
Pullin' up to the party so they respect the fit in person
They call me the king of crocs but i'm not, that's Steve Irwin (rest in peace, King)
You're rockin' Laces with a capital L
I'm reppin foamies on the street, I keep em under my spell
I'm at the Cinnabon with labels tryna sign me
I flipped the fuckin' strap up, now I'm runnin like I'm Forest Gump behind me
So keep your Laces, face it I just don't give a fuck
Faces fuckin' melting whenever you see me pull em up
Can't catch a glimpse because I'm runnin' too fuckin' fast for yers
Copped a yellow flannel with some crocs to match, bitch

[Chris's Verse]
Picked up a booklet down in soho, fucking shoto
Couple hundred likes on the motherfucking photo
Hoes like Ohs after commas in my cheque
Croc boys steppin' with the ladies, snap necks
I got the rubber on my feet, the bitties ain't pregnant
No clugs so tight but the drip still expecting
Nine months of labor and my [?] are born
Cuffin up my jeans like floods so you can see the crocs more
Damn, she need the kneepad
So she can kiss the croc and give me top while I run beats back
I'm greater than you struggling to finance with the yeezies
In Queens you'd look like alligator mouth dropped steezie, YEESH
Look cost-efficient with the polo and the foam kicks
Spending all the savings on your bitch to have her match the fit
Damn, socks so glam
I'm jumpin over Jordan yeah your Nike dunks
I call that shit a space jam
I'm comfortable in the Croc, with any girl on me here
You knew what was going on, so cry your crocodile tears
I'm like the beats of the border, crank the clogs boy
Check the gram, I had them before I made the fire, boy