dubstepslubbo610 stompin round mainline area code - one time for the illadelph burbs - one time for the shawties with the curves.
yall see the title yall know what i copped - got there the thursday before, right after i see new girl (schmidt pissin me off to think about - kinda guy to wear driving loafers lmao) brought three fits to the camp and five goons from the little league team i coach for - tiny daffy, gold bug, sick gibson, AT&T (teams starting battery pack). thursday fit on the cranium up top diamond supply the hundreds snapback collaboration - got the collab graphic on the underbrim - i stitched the nba logo to the back - neon green snap - tag uptop still in tact - and the hundreds logo on the panel. over the body had two t-shirts over one another overtop had the full print AI crossing up MJ rookie moment - thank you AI for all you did for the heritage - underneath catching the sweat got thee fruit of the loom tee that i drew the grape fives on for good luck on our camp. on the legs the beater pacsun khaki joggers with the gold aglets hanging. anchorman ron burgundy printed stance socks that say stay classy san diego cross the soles copped also at pacsun. laced up down low gott the AF1 World of Warcraft bespokes inspired by the tier 13 shaman- brown outsole midsoles stay clean with the offwhite which supposed to represent the bones from the armor of the shaman unbelievably high quality tingting shine brown canvas upper leather eyelets rlly fit the shaman with their leather cloaks and all that - double 0 layered swoosh with the denim yellow frayed suede going round the tongue olive inner liner gold aglet drop down., they look really clean on feet of course of course slight crease on em from two times i wear. lastly coated up round the body is a nice SPF to protect from that spring time sun - i can burn real easily don't want get cancer over any sneaker drops haha. i had the squad in their uniforms that i had in the truck- i bring them with for the company and for the snack patrol but also to get multiple pairs because on heat drops like these footlocker limits to one per customer. also bring disquises to go in n out with out the guards catching you. brought foobie mustaches for the whole crew. we cop the small sizes 7.5 men's sz 6 GS sz 4 for the sidepiece. have to get there before the philipino swag crew rolls up they hog the small sizes when we sleepin lol. we were the first to show waited only a good 36 hrs for the 8 am door opening. we bring mits and practice in the parking lot - portable DVD players and load up at 7/11 for discount dvds to watch while we wait to strike. sick gibson a fat little kid lmao so he brings fruit roll ups and i promise auntie annes pretzels if he picks me up the pair and waits the whole time. its all good times going round til the philipino swag group shows up at 8 pm Friday night
- they start calling me a slinky legs (i got slinkys for legs and a rolie polie olie body) with goofy threads - cant take that disrespect i take tiny daffys bag of funyans funnel em down like popeye throating the spinach roll up with my popped biceps and try to sucker punch the g he lays me down flat right after curbs stomps me against the footlocker door - my squad starts bussin at me on the ground and callin me out for my silly putty ass and potato chip dick that got ruffled when i slipped down the escalator early that morning. humiliation sets in slubbo down bad like im gassin in the fourth down double digits. and i gotta crawl back to the whip (jetta) resigned to not getting the grape vs - the hypest drop of the calendar year. sitting in the whip i locate a last ditch effort to sneak into the release. i got eyeblack from last weeks game against the cubs (we lost 7-0) i coat my face in the mirror with the eyeblack i got cover my whole body toss on a new fit all black sweats with the champion hoodie blacked out i can blend in unseen with the night time, i will go unnoticed by my traitors and my foes blending into the pitch black nighttime. i crawl on all fours back to the line stand at the back and pass out for the night ready for the 8am grapes and that warm champagne i got back in the trunk. as the sun coming up at 6am the eye black start to smear round my face and melt off my body - i start looking like pigpen in the springtime heat. worried people will start calling me out for my pigpen drip or notice the slubbo coming out underneath the black paint and try to curbstomp my teeth into piano keys one more time - i didn't think about the daytime i always forget about it until it happens. i panic and resort to rearranging my face mush my head in a jar shape and pull my ears like silly putty down to my knees. lobes hanging low so im not recognized. as i approach closer to the footlocker i see my whole crew converted to the philipino camp eating auntie annes cinnamon bites with the blue razz slush and wearing their matching grape vs. they picked up all the youth sizes all that's left is a sz 13 that i gottta cop. i try to slide them on they look like ronald Mcdonald shoes sliding eeverywear. maybe if i double sock it i can rock em.
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