Ozzy - Oliver Francis

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 whats 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 head to toe though

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

Beggin' for a feature

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 whats 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

Im 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 im 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 dont matter where im 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 whats up, come and ride in the s-class

Backwoods in my right, and a bottle in my left hand