Depressed Ocean - Black Kray

Wha, ahh, uhh

Yeah, finna godamnn uh, hunned on this bitch

Uh, fuck, uh mofuckers dirty

Alright, know what I’m sayin' all I dig

You already know, hunned

Word, mmmmm, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my gosh (shit)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (god)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (ahh)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (woah)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (wet)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (god)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god

Oh, oh, oh catch me ridin' with yo hoe (yo hoe)

Oh, oh, oh dirty golds look like rose

Oh, oh, oh catch me hoppin' out two doors (huh)

2Pac steez with that diamond on my nose (twerk)

All white coke 1's swerve like my bitch (damn)

Oh, oh, oh looking like a walking lick

Gold mouth daddy with them diamonds on my dick (my dick)

Oh, oh, oh gold teeth look like piss

Ridin' round the town work Hunned Stackz blowing thraxx

Blade in my bitch godamn I’m in NA, SA

Twenty cellphones and a pager Persian twerk god (steez)

Killing all you niggas 'cause the steez got me murked up

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh my god (woah)

Bitch on the molly 'bout to burp prolly all in the cut, with yo hoe

Rolling up weed y’all still talking 'bout that loud, whenever y’all smoke

Goth Money shit raw as a bitch we ain’t got no condoms, in this hoe

Art witch clique from the east side we hit the shit and we are go

Off of the shits, know I brought it back this Flexico Goth Money shit swole

My boys we come from the steez coast

Ridin' round letting that weed blow

Mike Jackson like T-LO

Jugged and ball like freeflow

Hannah Montana like Migo shit, coolin' with my vatos

You ain’t even know how the lane go, so don’t even try to fit in hoe

No new friends like Drake bro, can’t copy this at Kinkos

'Cause it’s too fucking wet need a poncho

Better yet go get your raincoat

Matter fact this too wet hoe

Damn this just too wet bro

Uh, finna godamn

That dirty boys shit, know what I’m sayin'

Got the Air Force 1's shit, godamn cousin still got the durag on

Yeah, you know, you know what I’m saying

Ehhh, go