ocean (feat. kura)

I hopped out in a all green lamb cause

I'm tryna to slime and wipe his nose

Too many numbers up in my phone I ain't

Even concerned I don't want your hoe

I just been bending the corner and

Back pop pop bitch tryna make shit happen

Kick that hoe out the spot she ain't

Hit my blunt and hell nah I need that box

When I'm in the store I just cop it and

Buy it I don't even care what it's saying

That boy getting hit with the top of the

Bullet, but I'm getting hit with the casing

I don't rock Rick Owens Jason, but baby, I'm having my drugs adjacent

I wasn't even mad at my team when they told

Me that they want to eat where my plate is

I'm high as the moon, I'm spacing, 3.5 in the blunt, you hating

Smoking on runtz feel amazing, run

For the guap, I'm high speed chasing

You don't get money, just face it, laugh to the bank on every occasion

I get money, money, money, money, money, money

Pop out in a Murciélago, but I'll show no mercy (oh)

That boy wanna fight me, left a blood stain on his jersey (yeah)

I put him in a coffin Then I thank him for his service (oh)

I keep leveling up But I ain't even scratch the Surface (oh)

Smoking pressure but I don feel no pressure

Walk in the store buy what I want it's an obsession

Walk in that bitch, she wet, huh, Just like the ocean

Huh, they're like A P S, how you get all that motion

I took a bitch, back to back to back rounds

Designer drugs all in my system, they got me fucked up

In the head ya I'll shoot up a town

2025, We ain't fucking around, don't take my crown

Fuck, oh he a brown boy, he not allowed

Yuh, I told her bust it open, Rick Owens jeans, stick poking

Yuh, pop me a pill and I'll focus

I got a bitch that's so like the ocean

Hot, bitch, hey, I'm coasting, hell no, baby, I ain't bring no Trojan

I'm trying to get in, feel up the motion, I'm

Trying to chill in the rafe when I'm smoking

Come fuck with me, if you tryna get some green

Fucking with K-U-R-A, that's the best you'll ever be

Bad bitch on G, tryna get ate up, tryna get beat

I don't like percocet, that ain't fleet

I had designer from head to the feet, yuh