Foreign Forest - Band Tees ft. Dank $inatra lyrics

[Verse 1: Foreign Forest] True life I think I'm a rockstar Smoking give a f** bout where the cops are Wearing band tees even though I never heard of them Shout out my listeners I f** with bout a third of them Leather Jack on so them b**hes think I'm fozzy I just did a show I don't know where my brain is foggy My penthouse suite smell good like mohagany Been smoking all day someone point out the lasagna please Aye, aye you got my shirt, that's dope Yeah, yeah yeah you got my shirt You should work at FedEx cause you're really good at copying My dick game Tinkerbell I make yo b**h fly She said you want my album so I gave her one signed Los Angeles with my b**h feeling blissful Boy I'm eating yummy foods, I've never been this full You diss fools, hoping that they give you a reaction But I bet you motherf**ers couldn't tell if I was packing Blap blap blap blap blap Colorful, you like a rainbow I gotta go, I got a show and I can't miss my plane bro [Hook: Foreign Forest] Good d** in my system, I missed them I got girls that I ain't remember kissing Smoking blunts way bigger than my penis Acting famous make you think that you a genius [Verse 2: Dank $inatra] I just left the Gucci store, I'm feeling like I'm Gucci In NOLA with some hot boys, got me feeling like I'm Tunechi Put her on that hippie sh** and she said that sh** groovy Last year my hair was purple I was feeling like Lil Uzi I feel like Michael Phelps with all this gold around my neck I feel like Michael Phelps I gotta newborn son to feed I feel like Michael phelps I'm taking bong rips at the party I feel like Michael phelps I always put on for my team I'm whipping the Benz, me and my friends, barely fitting all in So b**hes take Ubers Evasive maneuvers if we spot some better than them Apple computers with USB mics, I'm finna go in like a looter We ain't came from sh** but we only spit crack And now they be on us like users I'm thumbing through some f**ing bands, I think I'm Pablo And I ain't talking Escobar I think I'm Kanye Money over b**hes yeah that still the motto But you know Ima feed you if you f**ing with me the long way Everywhere I go the Bape Stars on my feet Looking like I'm Soulja round 2003 I got blunts that'll send your a** to Venus Chillin with some twins, some Venus and Serena's Popped the jigga with the Versace logo Got her bouncing up and down just like a pogo She said Dank, hope ain't nothing come between us I said baby but your friend could be between us