Teejayx6 - Pajamas & Crocs lyrics
[Teejayx6 - Pajamas & Crocs lyrics]
Niggas ain’t really swiping they can
Only hit for Uber ride
You tryna go somewhere I need some gas
Money for you to ride
You bout to kill the ops you need to
Get a gun if you wanna slide
I’m better than other rappers and
I don’t even gotta rhyme (y’all ass)
Logged onto my website I got a daily rhythm
She damn near bout to throw up off
The weed she barely hit it
You live you whole life
Broke you barely living
My bullet went past his face I barely hit him
It ricocheted of the wall and hit his thigh
I’m online looking for new bins
Ain’t sitting in no spot
Smoke too much weed everyday so
Imma need a lot
That ain’t no exotic that you smoking
Boy you grew the crop
I’m bout to walk in Walmart
In pajamas and Crocs
I had to wake up early it be a long line
Just logged into my Telegram it
Been a long time
Dumbass jugg sent his money to
A random person online
Caught one of my ops on
The freeway during a roadblock
Slid my card at Walmart then I
Skated off like road runner
Niggas can’t get no pussy so
They always at Booty house
Don’t go in there you ain’t getting
No booty in that house
Got into it with my family members
Cause this nigga talking loose
Gave this bitch my number and she
Called off a Motorola Boost
And I just made a homemade Molotov cocktail
I’m sipping Hi Tech I don’t
Really want that cocktail
Dump Playboi Carti mixtape and
Hack into his gmail
Cause all the fans want it nigga
Where is where’s Whole Lotta Red
I just bought a pint I’m bout
To pour a whole lotta red
Look into my pocket all you see
Is a whole lotta bread
Niggas be too nice you don’t
Need a whole lotta friends
Take some of my money and
Invest into a lotta land
Nigga how you expect to get far
If you don’t got a plan
My ops see me and didn’t have a
Gun so he had to run
I done lost so many people how can I have fun
They shutdown my operation but at least
I had a good run
Niggas was showing money in my face
Ain’t let me get none
I see they dropping new cars everyday
I’m bout to get one
All these bank plays I can’t
Keep up with my income
I just waited til I came up
I ain’t have to work
This exotic weed that I’m smoking
We can’t match a blunt
This lil nigga must want to be
Me what you matching for
I walked to my front door
Like where my package go
This why I gotta look out
Cause my shit got stole
I’m searching for the lil niggas
Cause they still owe
Got into with my mans I gotta
Kill him cause he still know
It been two years but my hair just don’t grow
Why do I scam all these
People? Shit I don’t know
I’m bout to run fast cause I
Just heard the po po
I’m up in Saks Fifth spending
My money on Coco Chanel
What the fuck
Only hit for Uber ride
You tryna go somewhere I need some gas
Money for you to ride
You bout to kill the ops you need to
Get a gun if you wanna slide
I’m better than other rappers and
I don’t even gotta rhyme (y’all ass)
Logged onto my website I got a daily rhythm
She damn near bout to throw up off
The weed she barely hit it
You live you whole life
Broke you barely living
My bullet went past his face I barely hit him
It ricocheted of the wall and hit his thigh
I’m online looking for new bins
Ain’t sitting in no spot
Smoke too much weed everyday so
Imma need a lot
That ain’t no exotic that you smoking
Boy you grew the crop
I’m bout to walk in Walmart
In pajamas and Crocs
I had to wake up early it be a long line
Just logged into my Telegram it
Been a long time
Dumbass jugg sent his money to
A random person online
Caught one of my ops on
The freeway during a roadblock
Slid my card at Walmart then I
Skated off like road runner
Niggas can’t get no pussy so
They always at Booty house
Don’t go in there you ain’t getting
No booty in that house
Got into it with my family members
Cause this nigga talking loose
Gave this bitch my number and she
Called off a Motorola Boost
And I just made a homemade Molotov cocktail
I’m sipping Hi Tech I don’t
Really want that cocktail
Dump Playboi Carti mixtape and
Hack into his gmail
Cause all the fans want it nigga
Where is where’s Whole Lotta Red
I just bought a pint I’m bout
To pour a whole lotta red
Look into my pocket all you see
Is a whole lotta bread
Niggas be too nice you don’t
Need a whole lotta friends
Take some of my money and
Invest into a lotta land
Nigga how you expect to get far
If you don’t got a plan
My ops see me and didn’t have a
Gun so he had to run
I done lost so many people how can I have fun
They shutdown my operation but at least
I had a good run
Niggas was showing money in my face
Ain’t let me get none
I see they dropping new cars everyday
I’m bout to get one
All these bank plays I can’t
Keep up with my income
I just waited til I came up
I ain’t have to work
This exotic weed that I’m smoking
We can’t match a blunt
This lil nigga must want to be
Me what you matching for
I walked to my front door
Like where my package go
This why I gotta look out
Cause my shit got stole
I’m searching for the lil niggas
Cause they still owe
Got into with my mans I gotta
Kill him cause he still know
It been two years but my hair just don’t grow
Why do I scam all these
People? Shit I don’t know
I’m bout to run fast cause I
Just heard the po po
I’m up in Saks Fifth spending
My money on Coco Chanel
What the fuck