King The Kid - Thrift Shop lyrics

I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is f**ing awesome I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is f**ing awesome Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big co*k!" I'm so pumped about some sh** from the thrift shop Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty That people like, "Damn! That's a cold a** honkey." Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine Dressed in pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets (Piiisssssss) But sh**, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments Pa**in' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in But me and grungy f**in it I am stuntin' and flossin' and Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, b**h I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style No for real - ask your grandpa - can I have his hand-me-downs? They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros" I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is f**ing awesome I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is f**ing awesome What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin? What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin? I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching through that luggage One man's trash, that's another man's come-up Thank your granddad for donating that plaid bu*ton-up shirt 'Cause right now I'm up in her stuntin' I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the I'm not, I'm not sick of searchin' in that section Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherf**er The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherf**er I hit the party and they stop in that motherf**er They be like, "Oh, that Gucci - that's hella tight." I'm like, "Yo - that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt." Limited edition, let's do some simple addition Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant b**h I call that getting swindled and pimped I call that getting tricked by a business That shirt's hella dough And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't Peep game, come take a look through my telescope Tryna get girls from a brand? Man you hella won't Man you hella won't Hella won't I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is f**ing awesome I wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big a** coat From that thrift shop down the road I wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big a** coat From that thrift shop down the road I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up This is f**ing awesome