Merch It by TCM Optic Lyrics

[Intro: Cedric the Entertainer, Andre 3000]
"AHHH!"
"My bad dawg. And don't tell me to be cool. I AM COOL!"

[Intro]
We came to pop shit
Then get so high they shout my name up out the cockpit
You touch the ice you finna be a little frostbit yeah
And the Masi' switch gears, straight cosmic, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Now we moving fast, out the back, when they lurking
They'll pass out, blacked out, when we working
We was doing doing numbers in the back for the craft
Now y'all wanna split the cash, get the bag cause its Birkin
You pay a hundred thousand for the wrap, when its Hermès
Half of y'all just rolling with the grass just to burn it
Talking chest out, like y'all really finna mеrch it
Then never makе a name with the brands that you purchase

[Chorus]
Now I'm in a 4-door, with the windows tinted, you can't peep the bands
Oh your rims doing 720s
We don't give a damn yeah
Cool, that's all y'all blue strips
Fools, y'all thought we blew shit
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I got Pat Mahomes, the glizzy gon' on air it out on these niggas
Give a damn about a bottle, I'm turning shit to a figure
With the Goons up in a beamer, leave the bands in the tray
Pull off in 328, brodie pick me up, got the ray
Just gooling out, my guys, we just hopped off out the El
Red Line, Red Line, On the boat we setting sail
My light, my light, you ain't stopping my shine
Nigga talking reckless, choppa got the side eye
Got the coupe blacked out, But the chest off white
I got bros in Kings County running from the Nine-Nine
On sight, you ain't mixing with the crowd today
We going crazy, Rolling Loud today
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Now we moving fast, out the back, when they lurking
They'll pass out, blacked out, when we working
We was doing doing numbers in the back for the craft
Now y'all wanna split the cash, get the bag cause its Birkin
You pay a hundred thousand for the wrap, when its Hermès
Half of y'all just rolling with the grass just to burn it
Talking chest out, like y'all really finna merch it
Then never make a name with the brands that you purchase

[Chorus]
Now I'm in a 4-door, with the windows tinted, you can't peep the bands
Oh your rims doing 720s
We don't give a damn yeah
Cool, that's all y'all blue strips
Fools, y'all thought we blew shit
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I could turn my back, what'd it be
3 OGs talking shit off beat
Off rip, Man that's really what it seems
I could make your bitch a widow
Niggas knocking on my window they ain't tryna let me sleep
Read this shit and weep, yeah
I'm playing for keeps, Ill turn a monster to a mink
He really thought he'd catch me slipping today, I mopped out
But we could hit you with a sickle today, on (--)
I might be blunt, I'm honest
No laced, Balenciagas
And she done burnt your cash away
The devil wearing Prada
"New Choppa" in the party
Whole Lotta Red like Carti
I'm whip around like Peter Parker
Might just crash a 'Rari

[Pre-Chorus]
Now we moving fast, out the back, when they lurking
They'll pass out, blacked out, when we working
We was doing doing numbers in the back for the craft
Now y'all wanna split the cash, get the bag cause its Birkin
You pay a hundred thousand for the wrap, when its Hermès
Half of y'all just rolling with the grass just to burn it
Talking chest out, like y'all really finna merch it
Then never make a name with the brands that you purchase
[Chorus]
Now I'm in a 4-door, with the windows tinted, you can't peep the bands
Oh your rims doing 720s
We don't give a damn yeah
Cool, thats all y'all blue strips
Fools, y'all thought we blew shit
Yeah

[Outro: TCM Optic, L. Joerger, B. Dixon]
We came to pop shit
Then get so high they shout my name up out the cockpit
"LET'S GO! LET'S GO! THAT'S A W! FUCKING CHAMPS!"