[Intro]
Morey Boogie Board shit
Off the coast
Sand bars
Bam Bam
[Verse 1]
I got the mental of the Bad Lieutenant
We gamble drug money, riverboats, Cadillacs
Talkin' 'bout a prison note
Lemon zest is subtle in the fish they call the cuttle
We grew up in the gutter break your jaw like a huddle
Morey boogie boards wax the top so we stay on
Wrist strap is pitch black, 360 shades on
I won't stop until the wall's got Monet's drawn
The farmland and other animals to graze on
I'm always smoking on the potent straight from Oakland
I'm rising like a soufflé, you know you gotta serve it quick
Just dust me off with cheese, pussy straight from Persia bitch
They'll find your leg in Maine, your torso out in Jersey snitch
I rock the lenses Caminiti wore
I roll a fifty of the dour to the neck and take a city tour
Any genre got the salsa and the gritty raw
Timeless, my mother's diamonds 1954
[Hook x2]
I gotta get that dough, I want the Beamer with the racing seats
Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
The price of living your decisions could control you
Morey Boogie Board shit
Off the coast
Sand bars
Bam Bam
[Verse 1]
I got the mental of the Bad Lieutenant
We gamble drug money, riverboats, Cadillacs
Talkin' 'bout a prison note
Lemon zest is subtle in the fish they call the cuttle
We grew up in the gutter break your jaw like a huddle
Morey boogie boards wax the top so we stay on
Wrist strap is pitch black, 360 shades on
I won't stop until the wall's got Monet's drawn
The farmland and other animals to graze on
I'm always smoking on the potent straight from Oakland
I'm rising like a soufflé, you know you gotta serve it quick
Just dust me off with cheese, pussy straight from Persia bitch
They'll find your leg in Maine, your torso out in Jersey snitch
I rock the lenses Caminiti wore
I roll a fifty of the dour to the neck and take a city tour
Any genre got the salsa and the gritty raw
Timeless, my mother's diamonds 1954
[Hook x2]
I gotta get that dough, I want the Beamer with the racing seats
Pound the ground with my feet to make the pavement speak
And tell me secrets that she's never told a soul to
The price of living your decisions could control you
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