AgentPaco - Warby Parker Lyrics

Ferragamo round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got designer on my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Off White round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got that Gucci round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Ferragamo round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got designer on my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Off White round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Checked the fit and boy
I know you can't relate
Ay! Ay!

Call my phone like where you at
FaceTime--Where you at?
Know i came up out of Lebanon
I put it on the map
And I'm rollin with the savages
They always keep it strapped
Check my wallet and my Instagram
You know this ain't an act
Mix the tech up with the Sprite
Eating chicken with the rice
Yeah i call my neck a freezer
Cause thats where I keep my ice
And i drink a lot of cheer
Yeah I'm talkin' bout the wine
If you riding with me know that you'll be fine
That's a fact
White boy on the track
Used to say my rhymes were wack
Well I'm cashing out at Barney's
And you still at TJ Maxx
Everybody know my lyrics
When I hop up on the track
Got the dark brown interior
The glasses had to match

Ferragamo round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got designer on my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Off White round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got that Gucci round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Ferragamo round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got designer on my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Off White round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
I'm the number one
You better keep it straight
Ay! Ay!

I just pulled up in a coupe
Yeah its still a Honda Civic
I be ballin on budget
Saving rap, Captain Phillips
Hey!
Trueprintt in the studio
No more Get the Phillip
It's hot air when they talk to me
I'm just calling that a hiccup
Old girls want my new sound
No time for a TBT
But i make time when they throw it back
I'm the top dawg like TDE
When i drop it, I'm a Hot Topic
Yeah I really used to shop there
Eating pizza rolls and hot pockets
Now my life don't really compare
New house, they wanna come there
New glasses, no wayfarers
Your man with the Ray Bans
When he fly to you, that's Ryan Air
Kayne Prime, yeah I dine there
I can't even drink the wine there
17 on the first tape
Now I'm trading numbers for a time share
It's my time and I'm not sharing
McFly with the McLaren
Supreme yeah I been wearing
All for me, no tip sharing
I got no room on my schedule
You know my Rollie perpetual
You looking at me all skeptical
Know I look down on you like it's a reticle
Ah!
Shoot up the block like a range
I just might swerve in the wraith
Got them all praying to God
You know I'm spreading the faith
Eyes closed, say grace
Track bumping like Mase
Old Raf on my chest
New glasses on my face

Ferragamo round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got designer on my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Off White round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got that Gucci round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Ferragamo round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got designer on my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Off White round my waist
Warby Parker on my face
Got that Gucci round my waist
Warby Parker on my face

You know that Louis round my waist
Got them True'ies round my waist
Got that Ksubi round my waist
I got that
Yeah