Slayr Remember Them Days Lyrics

[Intro]
(​slayr, oh my f*cking God)
(M8I)

[Chorus]
I used to think Margiela came with these racks, tuh (Haha)
I remember them days with Rage and Plaque-Max (Uh, woo)
Kickin' like FC, bitch (Slatt)
Yeah, I'm in a whole different league, please do not text me, bitch (Don't text me)

[Verse]
Yeah, I took one puff of the cart, she tryna stress me, bitch (Skrrt)
They puttin' out bullshit, I put out some art
Please do not test me, bitch (Boop-boop-boop, woo)
Yeah, double-D thottie tryna titty f*ck me (Yeah-yeah, hey)
Poppin' this molly, you see what I see (Okay, okay, okay)
She got industry ties, but I won't pay a fee (Bee, woah, bee, woah)
Why you snitchin' and lyin'? You really police
Yeah (Woo, bitch), p-p-p-p*ssy nigga can't take a troll online, you act like a lil' guy (Go, bitch)
P-p-p-p*ssy nigga can't take a troll online, you act like a lil' guy (Yes, doot-doot)
My demon gon' whip up the potion, yeah, whip up the potion, he feelin' like Bill Nye (Yes, doot-doot)
I wanted to get me a crib that's right next to the ocean, no wonder my bills high (Yes)
I-I-I wake up and text the bitch, "Come on right over," I just wanna do somethin', kill time (Yes)
B-b-b-bust on her face then pull out my controller, just tryna do somethin' to kill time (Yes) Sh-sh-she wanted the laces, the nails, and the lashes, I sent her the money, said, "Goodbye" (Yes)
P-p-performative niggas, y'all can kiss my ass
Y'all don't care 'bout the world, y'all just dickride (Yes, f*ck you nigga, I swear to God)

[Chorus]
I-I-I-I-I used to think Margiela came with these racks, tuh (Haha, haha)
I remember them days with Rage and Plaque-Max (Uh, woo)
Kickin' like FC, bitch (Slatt)
Yeah, I'm in a whole different league, please do not text me, bitch (Don't text me)

[Bridge]
(Double-D thottie tryna titty f*ck me)
Walkin' with nothin' but ice on me (Poppin' this molly, you see what I see)
f*ckin' with— she f*ck with my homie (She got industry tax, but I won't pay a fee)
Fakin' shit, yes, that boy a phony (Why you snitchin' and lyin'? You really police)
May be rich, but I'm still so damn lonely

[Outro]
Double-D thottie tryna titty f*ck me (Walkin' with nothin' but ice on me)
Poppin' this molly, you see what I see (f*ckin' with— she f*ck with my homie)
She got industry ties, but I won't pay a fee (Fakin' shit, yes, that boy a phony)
Why you snitchin' and lyin'? You really police (May be rich, but I'm still so damn lonely)