K-Yall - VELCROS Lyrics

Yeah
Breaststroke, like I'm Michael Phelps.
Retro, purple on it's velcro
Got my ex hoe living in my text
I can't stress her. Wrote the message, ain't hit send though
Count my blessings cause my granny say I'm blessed though
Count my cheques up, mama said make it make sense
Same lesson since the muhfuckin' get go
Young nigga keep the gas on me like Esso
And every nigga I came in wit extra
We gon pull up where you at and have a festival
Okay, swagged out
Did it by myself boy
Let me hit my one two, one two step boy
I done got some dollars in my right and left boy
Nigga had to do it, I got right and left boys
(Ok, right and left boy
I got right and..)
Breaststroke, like I'm Michael Phelps.
Retro, purple on it's velcro
Got my ex hoe living in my text
I can't stress her. Wrote the message, ain't hit send though
Count my blessings cause my granny say I'm blessed
Mama told me don't een worry 'bout a bitch
Count my cheques up man, she said make it make cents
I'll just stack my chips
That make sense.
I might buy your bitch
Don't make sense
Way she hit the splits
Don't make sense
Wallet open up... and it's spent
She wanna go and see sumn
So we went
She still gettin' wet
Off how I dress
All the time spent
In my ends
(In my ends..
In my ends..
In my ends..
In my ends..)
Breaststroke, like I'm Michael Phelps.
Retro, purple on it's velcro
Got my ex hoe living in my text
I can't stress her. Wrote the message, ain't hit send though
Count my blessings cause my granny say I'm blessed though
Count my cheques up, mama said make it make cents
(She said make it make seeeeeense)
20, 20, 20
20, 20, 20
Purple on it's velcro.

Yeah
Breaststroke, like I'm Michael Phelps.
Retro, purple on it's velcro
Got my ex hoe living in my text
I can't stress her. Wrote the message, ain't hit send though
Count my blessings cause my granny say I'm blessed though
Count my cheques up, mama said make it make sense
Same lesson since the muhfuckin' get go
Young nigga keep the gas on me like Esso
And every nigga I came in wit extra
We gon pull up where you at and have a festival
Okay, swagged out
Did it by myself boy
Let me hit my one two, one two step boy
I done got some dollars in my right and left boy
Nigga had to do it, I got right and left boys
(Ok, right and left boy
I got right and..)
Breaststroke, like I'm Michael Phelps.
Retro, purple on it's velcro
Got my ex hoe living in my text
I can't stress her. Wrote the message, ain't hit send though
Count my blessings cause my granny say I'm blessed
Mama told me don't een worry 'bout a bitch
Count my cheques up man, she said make it make cents
I'll just stack my chips
That make sense.
I might buy your bitch
Don't make sense
Way she hit the splits
Don't make sense
Wallet open up... and it's spent
She wanna go and see sumn
So we went
She still gettin' wet
Off how I dress
All the time spent
In my ends
(In my ends..
In my ends..
In my ends..
In my ends..)
Breaststroke, like I'm Michael Phelps.
Retro, purple on it's velcro
Got my ex hoe living in my text
I can't stress her. Wrote the message, ain't hit send though
Count my blessings cause my granny say I'm blessed though
Count my cheques up, mama said make it make cents
(She said make it make seeeeeense)
20, 20, 20
20, 20, 20
Purple on it's velcro.