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)