GRAILED Oliver Francis
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, what, ayy
(Turn up, turn up, turn up, gang)
[Verse]
Bleach blonde boy, surfs up, hang ten
Put the whole squad in a G-Class Benz (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Chromed-out grill with the Forgiato rims
I'm about to hit the limit on the ATM (Let's get it)
Keep it one hunnid, got me feelin' like Mob
Locked in the factory, feelin' like Rob (Oh yeah)
Chryse in the Camry, same old Crocs
Me, I'm feelin' cozy in my Birkenstocks (Bitch)
I got a hundred bad bitches wanna kick it
Shawty put the spliff to my lips and she lit it
They ain't really drippin' like this
Japanese kicks or some Retro Ones you ain't seen since '06
Take skiing trips, I'm prolly chillin' in the Alps (Yeah)
Polo ski masks, it's just a lil' Ralph
All my flows smackin' you out your Retros
Boom on my opps, got me feelin' like Metro (Gang, gang, gang)
PRL, it's no YSL
Prolly schemin' like Kenan, ayy, just like Kel, bitch
Smellin' like Chanel, we can never fail
This the type of beat to make you face a L (Woah)
I get a check and I spend it on Bape (Bape)
Arc'teryx if it's looking like rain (Arc'teryx)
Burnout Boys, that's the motherfucking gang
If you talkin' that shit then them hammers gon' bang (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Like Viva La Bam with the way that we wildin'
Look at my fit, I might flex on your stylist
Look at your bitch, I got her so excited
I'm solid gold, got me feelin' like Midas (Bling)
I like Polo, keep that Prada (Prada)
Pullin' up, I'm swingin' twin katanas (Shing-shing-shing)
Got 'em crumblin' like it's terracotta
I'm a bleach blonde boy like Hanazawa, bitch
Yeah, yeah, ayy, what, ayy
(Turn up, turn up, turn up, gang)
[Verse]
Bleach blonde boy, surfs up, hang ten
Put the whole squad in a G-Class Benz (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Chromed-out grill with the Forgiato rims
I'm about to hit the limit on the ATM (Let's get it)
Keep it one hunnid, got me feelin' like Mob
Locked in the factory, feelin' like Rob (Oh yeah)
Chryse in the Camry, same old Crocs
Me, I'm feelin' cozy in my Birkenstocks (Bitch)
I got a hundred bad bitches wanna kick it
Shawty put the spliff to my lips and she lit it
They ain't really drippin' like this
Japanese kicks or some Retro Ones you ain't seen since '06
Take skiing trips, I'm prolly chillin' in the Alps (Yeah)
Polo ski masks, it's just a lil' Ralph
All my flows smackin' you out your Retros
Boom on my opps, got me feelin' like Metro (Gang, gang, gang)
PRL, it's no YSL
Prolly schemin' like Kenan, ayy, just like Kel, bitch
Smellin' like Chanel, we can never fail
This the type of beat to make you face a L (Woah)
I get a check and I spend it on Bape (Bape)
Arc'teryx if it's looking like rain (Arc'teryx)
Burnout Boys, that's the motherfucking gang
If you talkin' that shit then them hammers gon' bang (Doo-doo-doo-doo)
Like Viva La Bam with the way that we wildin'
Look at my fit, I might flex on your stylist
Look at your bitch, I got her so excited
I'm solid gold, got me feelin' like Midas (Bling)
I like Polo, keep that Prada (Prada)
Pullin' up, I'm swingin' twin katanas (Shing-shing-shing)
Got 'em crumblin' like it's terracotta
I'm a bleach blonde boy like Hanazawa, bitch
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