[Verse 1] My girl’s got a boy who’s a good-lookin’ man Drives a squad car, badge in hand Rolled in fast just the other day Came for his laundry, didn’t wanna stay Saw my footwear by the welcome mat Took one look and froze up flat Plastic shoes—dirty grey Crocs By the front door that he unlocked [Chorus] Crocs on my feet Plastic heat He’s afraid of my Crocodile Crocs Rubber and wild Foam gone hostile He’s afraid of my crocodile Crocs [Verse 2] He came for socks, a shirt, and jeans But backed away like a disease Dirty-ass clogs with the holes on top Had him acting like I pulled a Glock They ain’t leather, they ain’t sleek But they make him sweat, get twitchy and weak He saw those Crocs and hit reverse Like they might drag him off in a hearse [Chorus] Crocs on my feet Plastic heat He’s afraid of my crocodile Crocs Foam in attack Rubber on track He’s afraid of my crocodile Crocs [Verse 3] Came back again just to grab some whey Called from the porch, wouldn’t come my way Said, “Yo—are those things still inside?” Mom said, “Yeah—they’re chillin’ where they reside” He wouldn’t step past that front door line Said, “I got boots, but those things bite” Even plastic got power, son Crocs like mine make grown men run [Chorus] Crocs on my feet Plastic heat He’s afraid of my crocodile Crocs Bright and bold Ten bucks old Still afraid of my crocodile Crocs
