Low Sag Ops

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Intro

Grrah, low sag ops on the block, fit 'bout to pop off Jeans, kicks, socks — straight hood war, no love lost

Verse 1

Baggy jeans saggin' mad low like opps duckin' feds Cuffs draggin' piss-stained concrete, scrapin' them pretty threads Heavy denim pressin' down, tryna smother the shine dead "Back the fuck up off my sole or it's click-clack to the head" Rugged trap scars, mud-caked from every corner hustle Sweat drippin' through seams, ready for muscle Friction burnin' skin raw, threads 'bout to rip Lower half locked and loaded, whole fit 'bout to flip

Pre-chorus

Lines crossed in the hem, no peace on these streets One wrong yank, whole block hears the heat

Chorus

I'm the socks in the cut, drippin' that unique grime flair Wild patterns poppin', make the whole hood stop and stare Jeans low talkin' "kicks too extra, actin' like a bitch" I slide to kicks "jeans tryna bury you, that's the stitch" Double snake in the threads, stirrin' shit for my gain Wanna bust out, let my colors reign Low jeans hide the sauce, can't stay concealed Keep the drama lit, get my shine revealed, on God!

Verse 2

Sneakers flamboyant clean, leather gleamin' like they royalty Flashy step game, turn heads on the stoop, pure loyalty "Don't cuff me tight, give space or it's war, no cap" Soles grippin' hard, no room for the trap But them baggy ops always rubbin' wrong, tryna dim the glow Socks whisper game, push me "stomp they shit, let's go" "Crush through they fabric," make the ground bleed For the spotlight, no turnin' back, plant the seed

Pre-chorus

Lines crossed in the hem, no peace on these streets One wrong yank, whole block hears the heat

Chorus

Verse 3

Socks playin' mediator but it's self first, grimy plan Talk to jeans"kicks think they better than the whole fam, deadass" Talk to kicks "jeans smotherin' your flash, take a stand, blast 'em" Plantin' seeds daily, run the shadow game raw Want them jeans hiked up, so my patterns claim the floor Unique underdog, flair nobody can match Exposure the mission, light the match, no cap

Bridge

Beef turned vicious, seams splittin' like shots in the night Sweat, blood, dirt flyin', tearin' at the soul If we destroy the fit, all end in the trash pile Socks grimy, faded, losin' the wild Was the backstab worth this filthy war zone? Almost lost it all... Nah, push on, on God!

Verse 4

Socks reload, fuel the fire, whispers turn to shouts "Jeans lock in or lose the clout, get hiked now!" "Kicks fight back, make denim fly up, no doubt" Selfish chess moves, takin' the crown, no clout Visibility or die, adjust the whole drip or get left

Verse 5

Corner peak, wearer feels the heat shift from the rift Jeans tug higher from the beef, seams poppin' like a gift Kicks get air, socks finally gleam proud and loud Flair takin' center, drawin' the whole crowd War forged the legend, low sag prevail Socks run the middle, never fail Low cuffs high smoke, the streets know the tale

Pre-chorus

Lines crossed in the hem, no peace on these streets One wrong yank, whole block hears the heat Keep the drama lit, get my shine revealed, on God!

Outro

Low sag, high smoke... socks sealed it real Drip complete, on the block we heal Grrah...

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