Lyrics Oliver Francis – 100 iPhones

Sorry, but — life doesn’t always work out the way we want it to

I thought you said things between you two were over

Oh shut up and hurry

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Styrofoam doubled up, I got syrup in my cup
Got a whole bunch of Swishers and they all get stuffed
Got a hundred bad bitches and they all gonna fuck
Got a hundred iPhones and they all blowin’ up

Styrofoam doubled up, I got syrup in my cup
Got a whole bunch of Swishers and they all get stuffed
Got a hundred bad bitches and they all give a fuck
Got a hundred iPhones and they all blowin’ up
What’s up?

Splash, bitch
Let the Swisher crack, ey
Couple pints in a Louie bag, ey
Sippin’ sprite in a Cadillac, ey
Jansport full of sinners
?, ey

Smokin’ marijuana in that Mitsubishi, yuh
In Honolulu smokin’ on Waikiki, yuh
Windows tinted black no one can see me, ey
We be sippin’ AK we be smokin’ Fiji, yuh

Shawty lit me up for a iPhone
Smokin’ loud-pack ev’where where I go
Smokin’ loud-pack, got my eyes low
Jansport bag full of hydro

Styrofoam doubled up, I got syrup in my cup
Got a whole bunch of Swishers and they all get stuffed
Got a hundred bad bitches and they all gonna fuck

Styrofoam doubled up, I got syrup in my cup
Got a whole bunch of Swishers and they all get stuffed
Got a hundred bad bitches and they all gonna fuck
Got a hundred iPhones and they all blowin’ up
What’s up?

Pineapple dice
Lean with the Sprite
That Codeine color nice
Boy you might lose your life
Smoking that pineapple Swisher
In my Tommy Hilfiger
I might chill with some bitches
Just ingested some liquor, bitch

Pineapple dice
Lean with the Sprite
That Codeine color nice
Boy you might lose your life
Smoking that pineapple Swisher
In my Tommy Hilfiger
I might chill with some bitches
Just ingested some liquor, bitch

Yah, yah
All these bitches crazy
Yah, yah
Bitch, I’m lookin wavey
Yah, yah
Do it on the daily
Yah, yah
Bitch, I’m lookin wavey