Zaytoven - Adidas lyrics

[Intro] Adidas, Adidas, stripes all around me like I'm with the zebras Haha Uh Time Alone 2 motherf**er Y'all know I'm a fool with it [Verse] All these rappers are my children so I just got some new car seats I'm an instrumental predator, somebody give me a hard beat Chomping down on all em, they wanna put me on Shark Week I pour lean then spark weed, I'm not a human, I'mma star breed Uh Born at the Witcher, but raised in the Den My flow too cold like the winter in North Michigan Girl you know I get it in If the feds around, I'm innocent I hope you got a minute, sit Young Stoney and Adida Gang, the whole crew be up in this b**h If you hating, you can s** a dick Man f** all that talking bout what you gon do? They said call the p**y out and shawty that's why I phoned you Bet that I always go through Kiss your neck and tell you that you are so cute Adidas and Versace be the brands all on my body It's still Mr. Pop That p**y Like A Molly And rappings not my hobby, it's just something that I do just like a genius Dear God, I won't let the money get between us Seeing my name in arenas Y'all wanna talk down, y'all vag-eenas Yes you are a p**ycat See a star falling and I put it back I'm smoking good and feeling good in fact I got your b**h just look at that Me and LB cooking crack everytime we on the song We k**, k**, k**, it man this murder is so wrong We banging girls like a that stick you use to hit a gong Eyes lower than the people's all the way in Hong Kong You know we only smoke that strong But you know it's only J's and when you looking at my shoes, all you see are A's Adidas, Adidas, rappers be like "Bro my song is needing a feature." But I've been seeing the future Life is a b**h and we all gon' lose her Mine gon' stick around cause I just got that girl a wedding ring The fat lady was said to sing but all I see is blonde white girl who sound just like Alicia Keys People pay me in respect but I'm the type to keep receipts Like a map I need the streets I eat the beats and give LBDOG whatever's left You conversating like I give a f** and you just wasting your breathe My cologne cost more than all the clothes that you be rocking Blowing on exotic kush, my dude is back from Austin He sells it cheap to me cause I ain't never double crossed him See I get this money and do it often Work hard for everything I get and I get just what I earn But you ain't Adida Gang, you none of my concern