Ripped Jeans

[Chorus]
I been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
Rockin' my Jimmys, fresh in my Carters
She makin' her ass jump jump out of her joggers
We up in the big league, she fuck with the ballers
I been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
Rockin' my Jimmys, fresh in my Carters
She makin' her ass jump jump out of her joggers
We up in the big league, she fuck with the ballers

[Verse 1]
I been up on ripped jeans, cut 'em up 'til it's Swiss cheese
Been on it since fifteen, back when your cell had the flip screens, I mean
If she push up then I will finesse
Get DM's from your girl and your lil sis
She said you gon' stress if she send a text
She delete the message like an Etch-a-Sketch
I keep on top of all the fashions
But stay on the low like the captions
So read it and weep, no obituary
Bag a bitch and ditch her like a casket
I stay on the scene, fuck the credit up to pay for the dream
Built up the flow so I'm paid off the streams
Cry me a river, I'm paid overseas
So my sales on deck, and they know the wave gon' wreck
Got my passport check, outfit like my camera's on set
Don't keep your battery low
You gon' be mad you can't snap with me after the show
What a tragedy bro
But thanks for the flattery man, I ain't pay for like half of these clothes

[Chorus]
I been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
Rockin' my Jimmys, fresh in my Carters
She makin' her ass jump jump out of her joggers
We up in the big league, she fuck with the ballers
I been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
Rockin' my Jimmys, fresh in my Carters
She makin' her ass jump jump out of her joggers
We up in the big league, she fuck with the ballers

[Verse 2]
I been up on ripped jeans, so ill need a sick leave
Sweet as your sixteen, brush haters off like the Sistine, I mean
It's clockwork when she comes through
She on my dick, that's twelve noon
Shake her walls, make the bells move
I'm in her box like she sells shoes
Pay less for the shit I got, I'm pickin' cities while you pickin' socks
Half-court with the last call, know the bartender so I'm gettin' shots
All net when the chef cook, finger roll with the best kush
Nigga need some work like your left hook
Yo this shit loud as thunder, no Westbrook
And I need some heat in the winter, flyin' back with a tan
She sent an emoji with the mouth open and an eggplant so I followed the 'Gram
Damn I left the battery low
She gon' be mad she can't snap with me after the show
What a tragedy ho
But thanks for the flattery girl, I ain't pay for like half of these clothes

[Chorus]
I been up on ripped jeans before the bloggers
Rockin' my Jimmys, fresh in my Carters
She makin' her ass jump jump out of her joggers
We up in the big league, she fuck with the ballers
I been up on