Hysteric Jeans

[Chorus]
Huh, I ain't tripping
Why my ex tripping out on me?
I got sport cars, sport broads all on me
I got so much swag, I done made history, huh, huh
You can't put these garments on like me
Stupid bitch, I dropped like twenty thousand on my teeth
Balling like I'm 24, I took it out the league
All these bitches [?] and get down on they knees
XD, I got that stick sitting out for reach
Press me, he turn to Chris Paul, six feet
Sex, bitch, I'm finna break walls, turn her freak
She want more of Leek, tattoos on my sleeve
Can't act cool, I'm a geek
I psyched out, I need tree
I got Hysteric jeans
I got kale, celery
Material, sellin' me
R.I.P. Lil Peep, Lil Keed, I'm lowkеy
Put it on like Luffy, this shit's only One Piecе

[Verse]
She tryna consume me (skee)
Pushing up, she gon' fuck on me, skee
I got class, she wanna get on me, skee
Pull out X, these hoes tryna geek, skee
Huh, I'm in bulletproof cars, huh
I'm like like Tony Stark
XD, it go far
Bitch, I'm finna go to Mars
Elon on a broad
I put it on all from the start
A peon who you are
I get cash, it ain't hard
I pull out free, huh, huh
I get bad broads 'cause that's all I see, huh, huh
I went too far, this shit out of reach, huh, huh
Put the swag together, Lego piece
They all tryna copy Leek
They all end up R.I.P
FMJ go well with that nigga arteries
I told the cops I can't read
That nigga write a summary
She said I fucked her in her dreams
I'm so hilarious, this Hysteric on my jeans
Pull out racks, yeah
It ain't nothin' but tags, yeah
I get money fast, yeah
Showed that bitch a stack and I changed her after that, yeah
Pull out calculator, this a lot of math, yeah
Brand-new cash, yeah, quick drop swag, yeah
Bitch, I bag, yeah, I count paper tags, yeah
Put this shit on track, yeah, I made this shit drag, yeah
Niggas bad haters, she wanna leave later
I can't even save her

[Chorus]
Huh, I ain't tripping
Why my ex tripping out on me?
I got sport car, sport broads all on me
I got so much swag, I done made history, tuh, tuh
You can't put these garments on like me
Stupid bitch, I dropped like twenty thousand on my teeth
Balling like I'm 24, I took it out the league
All these bitches [?] and get down on they knees
XD, I got that stick sitting out for reach
Press me, he turn to Chris Paul, six feet
Sex, bitch, I'm finna break walls, turn her freak
She want more of Leek, tattoos on my sleeve
Can't act cool, I'm a geek