Clyde Carson, Larry June - $100 Socks lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Clyde Carson, Larry June - $100 Socks lyrics]
Yeah, ayy
I'm thinkin’ I switched my gears again
I'm steering clear
They thinkin' I ain’t gon' come around
I still appear
Yeah, smashin' like I'm supposed to
flow is still the ocean
Yeah, she just want the dopest
she just caught me posted
Magnificent, right now, on some GOAT shit
Pineapple pop mixed in with her Patrón sips
It used to be no mattress, just a couch
No AC in the summer, but
We still figured it out, right
Yeah, send my condolence
For every nigga that got took
Out over ho shit
Niggas be mad, niggas be feeling entitled
Halitosis it get funky, it get spunky
Watch out who you close with
Super bad with me, switchin' when she walkin'
Yeah, got the kinda hustle that
You don't see often, yeah
Grindin' all these hours
Need a bigger profit
Told me that you tryna get further
And now we locked in
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, man good job
Jumpin’ out this four door
It’s lookin' like she saw a ghost
Cuban link gold
One glance and the bitch chose
I don’t pimp no more
But these shoes like havin' hoes
Merchandise sellin' out the roof
I need to cop a store
I don't need to cop no more Rollies
’cause I got four
Bucket hat one-twenty with the
Lil' monkey on it
Three hundred dollar cup holder
No soda on it (Numbers)
In Trader Joes with this 40 cal
I don't trust nothin'
Pulled up in that ASC McLaren, BBS's on it
(Yes, Lord) money just hit a lil' different
When you thug for it
You ain't even got a hundred racks
What you clubbin' for?
If you ever see me in a suit
It's probably Tom Ford (Good job)
My son and some money the only
Thing I got time for
Bitch, you gotta work around my schedule
It's bad for you (What's happenin'?)
Baby, I don't cherish no pussy, I like Lambos
(Lambos) third grade
Nigga used to dream 'bout them Land Rovers
(For real) hundred dollar socks
On the beach eatin' mangos (Mangos)
'87 Vette, donkey rope, and a Kangol
(Good job)
Twenty thousand dollars if we talkin'
What the chain cost (Numbers)
No diamonds, nigga, pure gold, I
Don't play with 'em, what's happenin'?
Man, uh goddamn, sock it to me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy man
Good job yeah
What the? Yeah
What the? Yeah
What the? Yeah
I'm thinkin’ I switched my gears again
I'm steering clear
They thinkin' I ain’t gon' come around
I still appear
Yeah, smashin' like I'm supposed to
flow is still the ocean
Yeah, she just want the dopest
she just caught me posted
Magnificent, right now, on some GOAT shit
Pineapple pop mixed in with her Patrón sips
It used to be no mattress, just a couch
No AC in the summer, but
We still figured it out, right
Yeah, send my condolence
For every nigga that got took
Out over ho shit
Niggas be mad, niggas be feeling entitled
Halitosis it get funky, it get spunky
Watch out who you close with
Super bad with me, switchin' when she walkin'
Yeah, got the kinda hustle that
You don't see often, yeah
Grindin' all these hours
Need a bigger profit
Told me that you tryna get further
And now we locked in
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, man good job
Jumpin’ out this four door
It’s lookin' like she saw a ghost
Cuban link gold
One glance and the bitch chose
I don’t pimp no more
But these shoes like havin' hoes
Merchandise sellin' out the roof
I need to cop a store
I don't need to cop no more Rollies
’cause I got four
Bucket hat one-twenty with the
Lil' monkey on it
Three hundred dollar cup holder
No soda on it (Numbers)
In Trader Joes with this 40 cal
I don't trust nothin'
Pulled up in that ASC McLaren, BBS's on it
(Yes, Lord) money just hit a lil' different
When you thug for it
You ain't even got a hundred racks
What you clubbin' for?
If you ever see me in a suit
It's probably Tom Ford (Good job)
My son and some money the only
Thing I got time for
Bitch, you gotta work around my schedule
It's bad for you (What's happenin'?)
Baby, I don't cherish no pussy, I like Lambos
(Lambos) third grade
Nigga used to dream 'bout them Land Rovers
(For real) hundred dollar socks
On the beach eatin' mangos (Mangos)
'87 Vette, donkey rope, and a Kangol
(Good job)
Twenty thousand dollars if we talkin'
What the chain cost (Numbers)
No diamonds, nigga, pure gold, I
Don't play with 'em, what's happenin'?
Man, uh goddamn, sock it to me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy man
Good job yeah
What the? Yeah
What the? Yeah
What the? Yeah