Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
They want a rolli (Uh)
They want a rolli (Uh)
They wanna roll it
They wanna fold it
Can i be honest
I came with the commas
They want this they want that
How bout you come back
Clout demons
Can't you see them
Leave em bleeding
Insta fame kinda lame
Swerve the lane
Hop in the coupe
Riding with two
Come with the loot
Go get the booche
Mumble jumble they gone crumble
When they hear the rumble
James harden with the stumble
They just wanna cop guap
In a drop top
With some drip looking hip
This ain't it chief
Please don't start beef
You're not needy
But if needs be
You'll be greedy
Say shit just to please me
Cop a margela (Ooh)
I cannot tell her (Ooh)
Float like a feather
It's hot in this weather
Don't f*ck with leather (Ooh)
Landed on mars
Gone past the stars
Blast in a jet
You just bet
Getting lit on set (Aye)
Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
Flip this flip that
Like they want the click back
Face tat dead cat
Where they at
You won't choose it
Wouldn't loose it
Couldn't hit it if you tried
Couldn't hit it if you died
I watch them crack
Then i come around the back
They won't attack
This all facts
Most of your music be whack
Now i'm living in the hills
Ain't no need to chills
I am on a real
Never on a pill
Kawhi leonard d
You just let be
If your an enemy
Please don't come around me
That was nice
On a flight for the night
Seb boy yea we tight
Cooking up flames
It runs in the name
Come from a city with a lot of game
Coming up to fame
Catching all the waves
I've had better days
No photos
Not a hoe though
Ride a four door
Not immortal
What'd you call for
I don't know like woah woah woah woah woah
Double lines
Passing time
You will find
It's a crime
Packing in
Packing in
I don't know where to begin
But i know where to end
It's just around the bend
Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
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Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
They want a rolli (Uh)
They want a rolli (Uh)
They wanna roll it
They wanna fold it
Can i be honest
I came with the commas
They want this they want that
How bout you come back
Clout demons
Can't you see them
Leave em bleeding
Insta fame kinda lame
Swerve the lane
Hop in the coupe
Riding with two
Come with the loot
Go get the booche
Mumble jumble they gone crumble
When they hear the rumble
James harden with the stumble
They just wanna cop guap
In a drop top
With some drip looking hip
This ain't it chief
Please don't start beef
You're not needy
But if needs be
You'll be greedy
Say shit just to please me
Cop a margela (Ooh)
I cannot tell her (Ooh)
Float like a feather
It's hot in this weather
Don't f*ck with leather (Ooh)
Landed on mars
Gone past the stars
Blast in a jet
You just bet
Getting lit on set (Aye)
Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
Flip this flip that
Like they want the click back
Face tat dead cat
Where they at
You won't choose it
Wouldn't loose it
Couldn't hit it if you tried
Couldn't hit it if you died
I watch them crack
Then i come around the back
They won't attack
This all facts
Most of your music be whack
Now i'm living in the hills
Ain't no need to chills
I am on a real
Never on a pill
Kawhi leonard d
You just let be
If your an enemy
Please don't come around me
That was nice
On a flight for the night
Seb boy yea we tight
Cooking up flames
It runs in the name
Come from a city with a lot of game
Coming up to fame
Catching all the waves
I've had better days
No photos
Not a hoe though
Ride a four door
Not immortal
What'd you call for
I don't know like woah woah woah woah woah
Double lines
Passing time
You will find
It's a crime
Packing in
Packing in
I don't know where to begin
But i know where to end
It's just around the bend
Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
They want a rolli (Uh)
They want a rolli (Uh)
They wanna roll it
They wanna fold it
Can i be honest
I came with the commas
They want this they want that
How bout you come back
Clout demons
Can't you see them
Leave em bleeding
Insta fame kinda lame
Swerve the lane
Hop in the coupe
Riding with two
Come with the loot
Go get the booche
Mumble jumble they gone crumble
When they hear the rumble
James harden with the stumble
They just wanna cop guap
In a drop top
With some drip looking hip
This ain't it chief
Please don't start beef
You're not needy
But if needs be
You'll be greedy
Say shit just to please me
Cop a margela (Ooh)
I cannot tell her (Ooh)
Float like a feather
It's hot in this weather
Don't f*ck with leather (Ooh)
Landed on mars
Gone past the stars
Blast in a jet
You just bet
Getting lit on set (Aye)
Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
Flip this flip that
Like they want the click back
Face tat dead cat
Where they at
You won't choose it
Wouldn't loose it
Couldn't hit it if you tried
Couldn't hit it if you died
I watch them crack
Then i come around the back
They won't attack
This all facts
Most of your music be whack
Now i'm living in the hills
Ain't no need to chills
I am on a real
Never on a pill
Kawhi leonard d
You just let be
If your an enemy
Please don't come around me
That was nice
On a flight for the night
Seb boy yea we tight
Cooking up flames
It runs in the name
Come from a city with a lot of game
Coming up to fame
Catching all the waves
I've had better days
No photos
Not a hoe though
Ride a four door
Not immortal
What'd you call for
I don't know like woah woah woah woah woah
Double lines
Passing time
You will find
It's a crime
Packing in
Packing in
I don't know where to begin
But i know where to end
It's just around the bend
Private jet out to LA (Yea)
Hit there for a couple days (Yea)
Riding in a c63 (Yea)
You just know how we be (Yea)
Writer: Lachlan Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid