Lyrics Oliver Francis – Ozzy
Text:
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end
In the 2 door, riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
Now I’m next up, getting paper with my best friends
I’ma fess, up I’m the best nothing less than
Shawty what’s up, come and ride in the s-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand
Rockstar shit, I feel like Ozzy
Pull up to the telly smokin gas in the lobby
Drop top Mazi
No, can’t nobody stop me
I’m a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi
Me and shawty spent all night getting high on the low low
Red eye flights, Off-White had the total
Brand new Nikes looking nice with the polo
Jason Derulo you catch me riding solo
I kill em all call it Lars Ulrich
Lil bitch tryna ride my wave
Lil bitch get your own shit
Lil bitch I been gettin paid
Pull up in my own whip
Lil bitch soundin like a lame
Beggin’ for my old shit
Pull up pull up in the vert
Goin skrt
I pick up your bitch at work
I can’t help the way I am
Break a bag and roll the herb
Boy you broke you can’t afford a verse
Bitch I look like Frieza
Break that down and stuff it with the purp
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end
In the 2 door, riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain’t ever leavin
Now I’m next up, getting paper with my best friends
I’ma fess, up I’m the best nothing less than
Shawty what’s up, come and ride in the s-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand
Where that weed?
Where that blunt?
Go on roll that shit up
Blowin smoke out the windows
She look like Beatrix kiddo
I’m with some harajuku girls
Gwen Stefani my bae
They can’t fuck with the gang
We sound like Crazy 88
I pull up in Hiroshima
I had to cop me some bape
I skrt off in that beamer
And take a blunt to the face
When they ask how I’m feelin
I tell them I’m feeling great
Rainbow road switchin lanes
In that opalescent paint
Got some saint laurent glasses
Backwood ashin
Police passin
She bat her eye lashes
I do the dash in the ’97 Air Max
Shawty pin her hair back
It don’t matter where I’m at
At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope, with my girl in the deep end
In the 2 door, riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain’t ever leavin
Now I’m next up, getting paper with my best friends
I’ma fess, up I’m the best nothing less than
Shawty what’s up, come and ride in the s-class
Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand
