Favourite Trainers Lyrics - Chinx (os)

Favourite Trainers Lyrics in English

[Chorus]
Yo
I ain't walkin’ naked, I wore my trainers, Jordan 4's my favourite
Insert them one by one, no, these ain't your normal laces, see me in forces (Bap, bap, bap)
I came with heavy enforcement, ’course I'm dangerous, I ain't on talkin' (I'm not)
The verbal abuse gets boring, corn for the pagans (Bap, bap, boom)

[Verse 1]
I'm in the T-house cuttin' them corners, I ain't ever took no shortcut (No)
I just spent all day addin’ up orders (Ah)
My hands and back exhausted
Straight form Cali’, the packs imported
Put on the bally, the packs still pendin'
Cah gettin’ back's important
These kettles and hammers are just insurance (Bap, bap, bap)
This one cost sixty K, make broke boys look at me awkward (Awks)
All the P's that we spent on waps coulda put down a mortgage (Yeah)
You don't wanna get bit by the dog or stung by the scorpion (Bap, bap, bap)
I just bought new tools, but I still walk with the wolves, if only them man knew
Make one wrong move and someone’s mum's gettin' bad news

[Chorus]
I ain't walkin' naked, I wore my trainers, Jordan 4's my favourite
Insert them one by one, no, these ain't your normal laces, see me in forces (Bap, bap, bap)
I came with heavy enforcement, 'course I'm dangerous, I ain't on talkin' (I'm not)
The verbal abuse gets boring, corn for the pagans (Bap, bap)
[Verse 2]
Yo
I been in the T all year (All year)
Woulda thought that I ain't got nuttin' to wear, I can do LV, Moncler (LV)
But I'd rather the tracksuit drop with the Air's
I'd rather the blick way over flick but I took 'em in pairs
Hop in the dinger, put it in gear (Bap)
Jump out bait, I'm doin' it there (Back there)
I just came back from the works where suttin' got burst, still act like I wasn't aware (Huh?)
I just came back from a work, still act like I weren't even there (Haha)
They're sayin' my name, I'm gettin' the blame, they're givin' the police intel (Chatty)
They'd rather see me in jail (Boo)
On the blue phone, tryna ring girls (Fuck that)
Come a long way from a landing, one slip away from the wing cells (Can't go back there)
Cruise in the Double R drop-top, one step away from the opp block, suttin's gettin' bined or chopped up (Bap, bap, bap)
I know I'm an artist (Yeah), before that, I'm a target (I am)
Before that, I'm a hustler, that's where it started
Grew up in Cumbo, home's where the heart is