[Verse 1]

I cop the finest in LRG like, "What it do?"

I walk out my crib lookin' like a fuckin' zoo

White hoodie, chocolate stains and all that

Skuffs on my kicks, sweat stains on my ball cap

I got more new kicks than I know what to do with

Only shit you digged in is at a soup kitchen

You hollerin' at stray bitches

Like you tryin' to catch a stray kitten

But that's a grey pigeon

I sag my pants like jumpsuits in state prison

But I'm off the chain. Get it?

And you can ask Saggy

Carhartt hoddie, LRG, black jeans, yeah that's me

[Chorus]

I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand

Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants

Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams

I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand

I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand

Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants

Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams

Now I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand, yo

[Verse 2]

You tryin' to pick up girls with your accent

You tryin' to pick up girls with your Axe scent

My trees got sold out like the Aztecs

I can show you excess, 'cause my assets

I'm that fresh, there's no excuses

Air Force, North Face, no substitutions

My homie match stripes goin' the opposite way

Snitches is talkative and cooperative

Cops tell pull my pants up while I'm walkin' away

But they got better luck at fuckin' stoppin' a train, uh

I got no priors

They mad 'cause they old timers

And they make about as much as a coal miner

[Chorus]

I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand

Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants

Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams

I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand

I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand

Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants

Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams

Now I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand, yo

[Verse 3]

Okay. I can admit it, my gear ain't the flyest

Yeah, but that's my shit

Zip-ups, pullovers, fitteds, and jerseys

My colors is blood, crip, neutral, and earthy

Hip-hop heads like, "Why you dressed like a skater?"

Indie kids like, "Are you some wanna be gangster?"

Workers at Rite-aid think I stole some Night Train

But I'm paid, I ain't lifted shit since the ninth grade

I was stealin' shit from Meyer & Frank

Now I'll rob you at gun point and fire a blank

The green I blew caught me rockin' green and blue

You mind your P's & Q's, I hustle P's and Q's

[Chorus]

I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand

Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants

Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams

I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand

I'm saggin' my pants down, cash in my hand

Look at him, what a hoodlum saggin' his pants

Black jeans, black hoodie, baggin' up grams

Now I know my hood in Portland like the back of my hand, yo