Lou Nac - In My Shoes lyrics

Yessirr!!! Ya'll was waiting for this one, huh. {Verse 1} A Jersey n***a wit a Philly number out in DC On my way to ATL Nobody f**ing wit me, I'm scope @ the open getting plaster at the Masters. Lemonade's my weakness, might catch me out at Preakness, Looking for a curvy Darby to keep me like a Kirby, freak me til its early,Then compete up in the derby, I be stroking out Hoboken poking off ofjoking, (b**hes want the dick so bad they groping) Well she had it in her mouth Kat prolly still soaking and I'm still smoking Claustrophobic to the bibbies, too many in the city, so I float with different bitties don't get wit me if you iffy, get with the program Maam or eat a cracker wit some toe jam and scram, Got damn, I grew up at a young age, it "Louie Logic" got gloves for sale if I let one go, it might just hit her rib cage. Hook 1 Do what you do I'm getting mine, screw what you screw, I'm hitting mine, competition I'm sh**ting mine, fit in these shoes, not fitting mine Not fitting mine fit in these shoes, not fitting mine {Verse 2} I'm not a rapper I'd prefer if you call me writer, 2 year old flows get pa**ed like a dirty diaper, therefore I can't wait til you enter the cipher, I spit gas one thumb you can have you fire, I get guts like a ab glider and lift weights when I hitch like a pathfinder, need wheels, I approve deals, on the mic I blackout on spades check my wheel wells. Hook 2 Do what you do I'm getting mine, screw what you screw, I'm hitting mine, competition I'm sh**ting mine, fit in these shoes, not fitting mine Not fitting mine fit in these shoes, not fitting mine {Verse 3} Hypothesis is wrong I'm far from finished, Elway in the last two minutes just when you thought the well was dry I rain and replenish, so you should go ahead and call Guinness, I keep a egg, dough so long I do this freely, only if you could see what I see, loyalty over royalty the game spoiled me royally soiled the princess left the queen bed oily, boil me hard tough guy why so bubbles can smack you in the I in reply I in the sky I of the wise guys cracking on you wit no mafia ties, or ribbon just pure talent God given so why try battle he sent ravens in, you thirty with a bird chest cause your brain caved in, dreams of a rap star life of a crashed car. Hook 3 Do what you do I'm getting mine, screw what you screw, I'm hitting mine, competition I'm sh**ting mine, fit in these shoes, not fitting mine Not fitting mine fit in these shoes, not fitting mine