Ocean Floor Trippie Redd
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[Intro]
Honorable Court
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)
I was countin’ dead Presi’s on the damn boat (Yacht)
Blood out in the ocean, watch the dead bodies float (Haha)
Throw my ice up in the air, watch it hit the ocean flow
Cannonball with all my ice and watch the whole world overflow
We come from the hood, man, my daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)
R.I.P. my brother, rob the bank, we kept the dough (Dough, yeah)
What your ass gon' do when them feds hit your door? (Your door)
You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch, yeah
[Bridge]
We got clips up in the air, hollow tips up in thе air
We got blicks up in the air, hunnid’ sticks up in the air
Wе got missiles in the air, they might hit you in the air
They might miss you in the air, but if its up its in the air
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)
I was countin’ dead Presi’s on the damn boat (Yacht)
Blood out in the ocean, watch the dead bodies float (Haha)
Throw my ice up in the air, watch it hit the ocean flow
Cannonball with all my ice and watch the whole world overflow
We come from the hood, man, my daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)
R.I.P. my brother, rob the bank, we kept the dough (Dough, yeah)
What your ass gon' do when them feds hit your door? (Your door)
You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch, yeah
Honorable Court
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)
I was countin’ dead Presi’s on the damn boat (Yacht)
Blood out in the ocean, watch the dead bodies float (Haha)
Throw my ice up in the air, watch it hit the ocean flow
Cannonball with all my ice and watch the whole world overflow
We come from the hood, man, my daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)
R.I.P. my brother, rob the bank, we kept the dough (Dough, yeah)
What your ass gon' do when them feds hit your door? (Your door)
You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch, yeah
[Bridge]
We got clips up in the air, hollow tips up in thе air
We got blicks up in the air, hunnid’ sticks up in the air
Wе got missiles in the air, they might hit you in the air
They might miss you in the air, but if its up its in the air
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm on go (Go)
I was countin’ dead Presi’s on the damn boat (Yacht)
Blood out in the ocean, watch the dead bodies float (Haha)
Throw my ice up in the air, watch it hit the ocean flow
Cannonball with all my ice and watch the whole world overflow
We come from the hood, man, my daddy sold dope (Dope, yeah)
R.I.P. my brother, rob the bank, we kept the dough (Dough, yeah)
What your ass gon' do when them feds hit your door? (Your door)
You ain't ready for that five-to-ten, bitch, yeah
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