Not In The Store

[Chorus] I got swag that's not in the store I pop tags you couldn't afford I stay clean, please don't hit record His Goyard look fake, size 24 LV 'round my waist This is last season, baby, I'm not late Shoes, my pants, my shirt, it's foreign All my clothes migrated That's the reason why they hating Prada trackie like I'm racing All these clothes, them shits look basic Talk my sauce, I got too much All these outfits, I can't save it (Yeah) [Verse 1] Only if you know, Evisu from Tokyo I just spent a hundred racks at the store When I'm done shopping they say, "We closed" Only if you know, might get it for the high Might get it for the low Iced out my wrist, thеn iced out my neck And iced out my anklе then iced out my toes Tiffany diamonds come in a blue bag Yeah, I got a blue bag, could get you a coat Got these racks, I could buy you a coat Yeah, Margiela ones zip up to your nose I just made ninety racks on the walkthrough And a hundred-ten thousand my show Too bad I spent two-hundred thousand on this show [Chorus] I got swag that's not in the store I pop tags you couldn't afford I stay clean, please don't hit record His Goyard look fake, size 24 LV 'round my waist This is last season, baby, I'm not late Shoes, my pants, my shirt, it's foreign All my clothes migrated That's the reason why they hating Prada trackie like I'm racing All these clothes, them shits look basic Talk my sauce, I got too much All these outfits, I can't save it [Verse 2] No, I can't save it, no Girl from Tokyo, so amazing, woah One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine I'm not basic, no Archive, I got everything in it brand new In line, not waiting (Woah, woah, woah) And, no, nobody as fresh as me Got JPD, that's bottom low Real Libertine, I'm feelin' low You know I got a colorful soul Said, "Baby boy, you can walk with me" Better yet, put me in a brand new Range Rov' Brand new expensive Gosha I'm in the club, hypnosis [Chorus] I got swag that's not in the store I pop tags you couldn't afford I stay clean, please don't hit record His Goyard look fake, size 24 LV 'round my waist This is last season, baby, I'm not late Shoes, my pants, my shirt, it's foreign All my clothes migrated That's the reason why they hating Prada trackie like I'm racing All these clothes, them shits look basic Talk my sauce, I got too much All these outfits, I can't save it [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah I ain't savin' hoes but I'm savin' clothes We got all the grits, I'm across the water With a thought back you was sellin' boats I got a lot but I need plenty more Balenciaga, baby, that's my motto My Rolex stay chromed heart All chromed with a skull and bone They say, "What you rockin' on?" They don't know Icy jacket, that's an overload We wear skull line, that's a whole line I went to the top spot, it was a nose spot (Yeah) You don't understand Stayed on the same thing but consistently I used to wear arenas now I wear Adidas with the low socks (Low)