Текст песни Vans. - Lil Wym

Yo umm I have the flu, so pardon me
Umm yea
Alright lets take it one time

Nah
I was in my bag
I had to hurry
I've been eating good
McDonald flurries
Cooking with the wrist
Tryna make curry
20/22
Vision hyper blurry

I came out the dirt
Was kinda muddy
I got PayPal
That's my money buddy
Hammer in my hand
Feeling like jury
Iced out teeth
To hide up the scurvy

I wear vans. but I don't skate
Serving out tracks, please bring a plate
Not a calendar, why should I date?
You're saying that we blood but we don't relate

Oh please don't hate
Cause I'm up, with Wym, on level 8
You said I'm good (nah)
I'm feeling great
I cannot save you babe, don't have a cape yea
Bro eating good
He eating cake
It's kinda weird but
Who am I to hate
I'm the 3 plus 3
I feel like Drake
Daffy Duck
When I rap
Might be a Drake
Be a Drake
Be a Drake

I wear vans. but I don't skate
Serving out tracks, please bring a plate
Not a calendar, why should I date?
I got my bars on lock since I had a gate

Shouting out to YP
Changing the state how you make water so icy
Chain on my neck, my shirt
Yeah that's my iced tea
Honey on Pooh, he sweet but also sheisty

You can't touch or get a grip
Cooking up yeah I gotta whip
Not racist
Cutthroat snip snip
I'm pacing
1 gram, he fried
Not Cajun
The bunny who won the race
Not patient
The one with more iller flows
Than patients
The type to make you throw up
In basins
Shocking them with my songs
I'm tazing

I wear vans. but I don't skate yea
Serving out tracks, please bring a plate
Not a calendar, why should I date?
I put a K on his head like he's Andrew Tate
I wear vans. but I don't skate yea
Serving out tracks, please bring a plate yea
Not a calendar, why should I date?
I put a band on his head like he's Andrew Tate
And I still relate
running through these tracks I be running relay
I put a K on his head like he's Andrew Tate