Get up get out, yes
Off that ass son
Or i'm on that ass
Oscar IV, Raynkog spitting precisely
Punctual and timely, like dawg we right here
Stuck on you like fine jeans and white tees
My mind, racing
Don't mind these drugs i'm taking
Limitless pill, face it
By my bounds you basic
Don't touch my phone you crazy hoe
Hair up out the 80's
MD poured up with the gators
Left the crib i'm off the trainers yea
Left the stick who getting banged today
But how this nigga act so calm like he ain't break the law
He flipped the world made time for pleasure from a desk job
And stayed inside just looping tracks like he in Nascar
Swear it takes vision, need to upgrade your living right
All of my fans they get it
Ain't slowing down, no white in the brake lights
Ten toes down go get it
No throwing in the towel, don't hit that dial muf*cka
Bust a left on Mission
I been going wild, 215 west-bound
Off the deep end, the deep end
Toss them stones you keep them, you keep them
Who's there when you're all alone babe
Message courtesy of happy home, Flavor
What, what, like what dude
What the f*ck you doing
Nothing, that's cool, f*cking fool
Wanna cool with us, get the f*ck
Okay, imma chill but bro no way
Let's get real you seeing through a film
If you're believing we instilled with the same blood
Heinous that thought, back off
With that bully, pull up in a skully, hoodie
Like what's goodie, dully
Now you moving, take the shot
Ain't no movies take my shot
Til' I got a group of groupies hootie-hooing
That the main objective, slay
Ops perfection perfecting craft
3 Bong rips now i'm on my craft, no kid shit
Shit this kid finna shift the lids of them bitches that laughed
Raynk finna have the last
So if you want smoke i'll feel free to pass
If you want smoke i'll feel free to pass
You try to ride our wave, i'll make that shit f*cking crash
Yo ight ight, I was feeling shallow
But now we go, oh
Off the deep end, the deep end
Toss them stones you keep them, you keep them
Who's there when you're all alone babe
Message courtesy of happy home
My mind, racing
Don't mind these drugs i'm taking
Limitless pill, face it
By my bounds you basic
Don't touch my phone you crazy hoe
Hair up out the 80's
MD poured up with the gators
Left the crib i'm off the trainers yea
Oscar IV - Out the 80's (feat. Raynk) Lyrics
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Get up get out, yes
Off that ass son
Or i'm on that ass
Oscar IV, Raynkog spitting precisely
Punctual and timely, like dawg we right here
Stuck on you like fine jeans and white tees
My mind, racing
Don't mind these drugs i'm taking
Limitless pill, face it
By my bounds you basic
Don't touch my phone you crazy hoe
Hair up out the 80's
MD poured up with the gators
Left the crib i'm off the trainers yea
Left the stick who getting banged today
But how this nigga act so calm like he ain't break the law
He flipped the world made time for pleasure from a desk job
And stayed inside just looping tracks like he in Nascar
Swear it takes vision, need to upgrade your living right
All of my fans they get it
Ain't slowing down, no white in the brake lights
Ten toes down go get it
No throwing in the towel, don't hit that dial muf*cka
Bust a left on Mission
I been going wild, 215 west-bound
Off the deep end, the deep end
Toss them stones you keep them, you keep them
Who's there when you're all alone babe
Message courtesy of happy home, Flavor
What, what, like what dude
What the f*ck you doing
Nothing, that's cool, f*cking fool
Wanna cool with us, get the f*ck
Okay, imma chill but bro no way
Let's get real you seeing through a film
If you're believing we instilled with the same blood
Heinous that thought, back off
With that bully, pull up in a skully, hoodie
Like what's goodie, dully
Now you moving, take the shot
Ain't no movies take my shot
Til' I got a group of groupies hootie-hooing
That the main objective, slay
Ops perfection perfecting craft
3 Bong rips now i'm on my craft, no kid shit
Shit this kid finna shift the lids of them bitches that laughed
Raynk finna have the last
So if you want smoke i'll feel free to pass
If you want smoke i'll feel free to pass
You try to ride our wave, i'll make that shit f*cking crash
Yo ight ight, I was feeling shallow
But now we go, oh
Off the deep end, the deep end
Toss them stones you keep them, you keep them
Who's there when you're all alone babe
Message courtesy of happy home
My mind, racing
Don't mind these drugs i'm taking
Limitless pill, face it
By my bounds you basic
Don't touch my phone you crazy hoe
Hair up out the 80's
MD poured up with the gators
Left the crib i'm off the trainers yea
Off that ass son
Or i'm on that ass
Oscar IV, Raynkog spitting precisely
Punctual and timely, like dawg we right here
Stuck on you like fine jeans and white tees
My mind, racing
Don't mind these drugs i'm taking
Limitless pill, face it
By my bounds you basic
Don't touch my phone you crazy hoe
Hair up out the 80's
MD poured up with the gators
Left the crib i'm off the trainers yea
Left the stick who getting banged today
But how this nigga act so calm like he ain't break the law
He flipped the world made time for pleasure from a desk job
And stayed inside just looping tracks like he in Nascar
Swear it takes vision, need to upgrade your living right
All of my fans they get it
Ain't slowing down, no white in the brake lights
Ten toes down go get it
No throwing in the towel, don't hit that dial muf*cka
Bust a left on Mission
I been going wild, 215 west-bound
Off the deep end, the deep end
Toss them stones you keep them, you keep them
Who's there when you're all alone babe
Message courtesy of happy home, Flavor
What, what, like what dude
What the f*ck you doing
Nothing, that's cool, f*cking fool
Wanna cool with us, get the f*ck
Okay, imma chill but bro no way
Let's get real you seeing through a film
If you're believing we instilled with the same blood
Heinous that thought, back off
With that bully, pull up in a skully, hoodie
Like what's goodie, dully
Now you moving, take the shot
Ain't no movies take my shot
Til' I got a group of groupies hootie-hooing
That the main objective, slay
Ops perfection perfecting craft
3 Bong rips now i'm on my craft, no kid shit
Shit this kid finna shift the lids of them bitches that laughed
Raynk finna have the last
So if you want smoke i'll feel free to pass
If you want smoke i'll feel free to pass
You try to ride our wave, i'll make that shit f*cking crash
Yo ight ight, I was feeling shallow
But now we go, oh
Off the deep end, the deep end
Toss them stones you keep them, you keep them
Who's there when you're all alone babe
Message courtesy of happy home
My mind, racing
Don't mind these drugs i'm taking
Limitless pill, face it
By my bounds you basic
Don't touch my phone you crazy hoe
Hair up out the 80's
MD poured up with the gators
Left the crib i'm off the trainers yea
Writer: Raymond White IV, Raynk Phrontist
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid