True Religion Jeans (feat. Young Boo, Young Robbery)

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it

Pimpin' with two hammers, finger-fuckin' them triggers

Feedin' niggas bananas, I only fuck with gorillas

Hustle up is my family, I'm surrounded by killers

I know them suckers can't stand me

But all the real niggas feel us

I get busy, they don't know who is he

Swingin' that chopper 'til a nigga get dizzy

True Religion jeans stuffed with a lot of faces

Money comin' fast, I don't have a lot of patience

The block is where I get it, 49 to fit it

P89 Ruger with 17 in it

You know how I maneuver, luxury whips

Feelin' like Daniel-San bustin' down bricks

Cookin' up O's, fuckin' with the hoes

Flip a few racks, go and buy some new clothes

Diamonds on my wrist got a nigga on froze

I don't talk numbers man, I only talk codes

You dig?

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it

I'm in a rush for the money, I'm tryna get it and go

You try to climb through the window, I'm 'bout to kick in the door

30 Rounds in the TEC, I tell him get on the floor

Crack his face with the hammer, he'll point me straight to the block

Proud to be an American man, I take what I want

This old country is crooked, I'll be a bitch if I don't

I'm familiar with murder, I put in work like a G

Pimpin' like Ike Turner, that nigga Boo is a beast

Lifestyle superior, my interior velvet

Ridin' with the Wesson, I'm just protectin' my helmet

Racked up on these niggas, representin' the city

Think I'm ballin' at 30, imagine when I get 50

My money stretch out decades, livin' my best days

My life is a book, just preparin' for the next page

My True Religion jeans got a lot of dollars in 'em

Very mandatory that I keep a chopper in 'em

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it

You ain't just talkin', I really do this for real

When the funk got trill, that's when niggas got killed

GLKB and Navy, and the kid is a Seal

I'm steady stackin' these thousands, I'm 'bout to flip me a mil

Really 'bout that life, I'm 'bout to catch me a flight

Post that bitch on Backpage, I'm up all night

Got my pockets stickin' out like the pegs on a bike

My fists feel frozen, on my wrist is some ice

Really totin' these choppers but never scared to fight

Leave a nigga scuffed up like the legs on a dyke

I just sent me a kite, you might just lose your life

Got the white on the stove, I'm really sendin' these hoes

Yeah I stomp when I walk, but I move on my toes

My money blowin' like Dro, my game pure like blow

Niggas call me weatherman, I'm steady makin' it snow

The stacks in my True Religion fat, they don't fold

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

True Religion jeans with a lot of faces

Dead guys crammed all in my pocket

Yeah I like to ball, you ain't gotta knock it