Travel Clothes

[Hook]

Bape with Margielas on those just my travel clothes
My old bitch a native so I needed me a Navajo
Got rid of her too ‘cause I could never love a hoe
Name in the drug boo, and I’m probably plug with those

[Verse 1: Big Leano]

You know why I’m here, shit, only woke up for the bread
In a drug coma and my bitch she wake me up with head
Niggas talk too much, that’s why your trap filled up with feds
Boy it’s Big Leano, and I work the scale like a vet
Never went to college ‘cause I ain’t even like that
Lean with the cola, I’ve been way past that Sprite shit
Talkin’, but you trapping, but you only pushing light shit
Flipping since this morning, and I probably do the night shift
Bought a bunch of shit and I ain’t even really like the shit
Rather count money, I ain’t really in the typing shit
All this fame shit got these hoes starting to like my pics
And all these blue bills let me know I’m in my right sense

[Hook]

Imma be honest, and I probably shouldn’t tell you this
It run in my family to be really out here selling shit
Can’t call it relapse if I was meant for it
All these niggas smoking fake sour, I can’t get with it
If my young nigga can’t afford it he going steal this shit
These young hoes acting for attention, I don’t feel this shit
Changed my whole life being out here selling pills and shit
Take your own advice since you niggas acting real as shit
My niggas shoot like secret agents, they don’t need a full clip
Off a couple pills and I’m probably on my bull shit
I’m just fucked up, niggas think I’m acting cool and shit
I don’t wait in line ‘cause a nigga got pull and shit

[Hook]