Flippy - Ocean Views Lyrics

All of my niggaz is out here with blunts in they mouth
Studio set by the ocean, i'm floating, i'm high on the couch
Your bitch busy blowing my phone and she pissing me off
Bitch you know i'm in the stu, F.L.I on the beat and i'm ripping it out
Too soon
Nigga rest in peace we the new dudes
You ain't even gotta go ghost for, me to see through you
Lifeline looking like fettuccine
Wish I gave a f*ck like a fetish genie
No Mind I dont mind blow your brains out man you best believe me now
I dont wanna follow no one
I dont wanna fall in line
I dont wanna fall for the fake shit
Face it, I fade it out then fade off the high
Feet on the ground. Face in the sky
I do not live like I'm waiting to die
I dont forget and forgive I just get what I give & end up with more than I do got
Damn it's damage on a beat
Got no manners I'm a beast
Spit a fire in the house that make them panic on the street
Cannot reach, yeah I'm sick & you cannot catch this disease
And I don't want the root of all evil but yeah I pluck the leaves mother f*cking
Take your shoes off, I'm a new God
So often I see an idiot taking a fool on, dont get me wrong
I dont got trouble dumbing down
But minimizing the trouble doubles the price of the crown mother f*cker
All of my niggaz is out here with blunts in they mouth
Studio set by the ocean, i'm floating, i'm high on the couch
Your bitch busy blowing my phone and she pissing me off
Bitch you know i'm in the stu, F.L.I on the beat and i'm ripping it out
Who that?
Got a blue cap.
Got a brown bitch.
Got a few grand.
Had to learn to make it on my own.
Love money, I'd rather smell new doe than new cologne.
This is for the people who want me on any song.
I work better when the, money involved.
Best I run up with a deadly come up, when I blow you bogus haters pick yo lung up from the flow,
I only show the realest shit.
Read between the lines, you illiterate.
I put cow dung over a little shit,
Smoke a little stink get a little lit,
Spit the truth I don't know what a fable is,
Break it down & f*ck what you make of it,
I just wanna smoke, f*ck, & count money with a naked bitch, while I play this shit.
Problematic rapping addict.
Mother f*cker yeah I am.
I told your bitch I'm a dawg, dawg and she let her car out the bag.
Get the bread till the end, yeah, plan A sound like a plan.
And if it dont work, damn, I still got lean, weed & the xan
All of my niggaz is out here with blunts in they mouth
Studio set by the ocean, i'm floating, i'm high on the couch
Your bitch busy blowing my phone and she pissing me off
Bitch you know i'm in the stu, F.L.I on the beat and i'm ripping it out