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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Wilcox
Ryan Wilcox
Songwriter
Chris Eide
Chris Eide
Songwriter

Lyrics

White or black vans
White or black vans
White or black vans
White or black vans
I don't really wanna wear designer brands
Black shirt, black pants, or some white or black Vans
They them low tops preferred, I ain't really tryna stand out
Standing in my field, guess I must protect my land
Ayy, my shit stay ready, keep your eye on the clock
That mission, not impossible, we ain't prepared to stop
Y'all inventory limited, we keep that bitch stocked
If you pop up at a show, you know we make them speakers knock
Vocals on, no backtracks
Lit show, that's the hashtag
Cameras on me, they Snapchat
That's a laser show, no Jack Jack
Verses tucked like pack rats
Can't imagine you'd match that
Y'all level, we done passed that So it's probably better we get to brass tacks
I got my flame rollin', Diablo, Inferno like Dante (Uh)
Take off like Apollo, we takin' it all the way
I ain't got no problem with you, if you have got none with me
Just keep it G when you support me, get the fuck up out my way
I don't really wanna wear designer brands
Black shirt, black pants, or some white or black Vans
They them low tops preferred, I ain't really tryna stand out
Standing in my field, guess I must protect my land
Ayy, my shit stay ready, keep your eye on the clock
That mission, not impossible, we ain't prepared to stop
Y'all inventory limited, we keep that bitch stocked
If you pop up at a show, you know we make them speakers knock
You won't catch me in a pair of jeans I'm rockin' Puma sweatsuit
Black on black, that hat to match moon walkin' in some HeyDude's
Comfort's what I'm lookin' for so comfort's what I get
I wear the same motherfuckin' outfit until I'm dead
Man, I made the beat go crazy but I start to feel lazy
Cause it only took a minute, but I do this daily
Hard to not seem jaded, posted up with my lady
Coast to coast, we get dangerous, Tell your folks they can't save us
I know the ropes, you get tangled, Toe to toe in my favor
Blow the smoke and get paper, yeah
I don't really wanna wear designer brands
Black shirt, black pants, or some white or black Vans
They them low tops preferred, I ain't really tryna stand out
Standing in my field, guess I must protect my land
Ayy, my shit stay ready, keep your eye on the clock
That mission, not impossible, we ain't prepared to stop
Y'all inventory limited, we keep that bitch stocked
If you pop up at a show, you know we make them speakers knock
Written by: Chris Eide, Ryan Wilcox
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