0ff Br4nd
Oh this nigga lit lit
Feelin' it
Chillin' on the beach wit a coke in my hand
No socks on wit my toes in the sand
Butt naked if I wanted to be
It's just the sun, water, land and the sky and me
Now I'm thinking abt the past and I reminisce
Mistakes that I made
Bills that I paid
Now I'm broke and just tryna get laid
But instead I'm laid back, cruising down the block
I ain't bout the thug life cuz I ain't toting a Glock
Pulled up to stop sign grove street
Fake gang 69 y'all geeked
Y'all geeked up off of the pills
I'm geeked up off of the thrills
Y'all geeked up off of the pills
I'm geeked up off of the thrills
Non-smoke addict, I ain't neva touched a blunt
Grab the ball, pass it, pass it back and ima punt
Fuck designer clothes, I rather dress like a runt
Top of the game, y'all acting like a cunt
Up all night, I'm never goin' to sleep
She my ride or die yuh she riding my meat
Wanted man in countries, I be killing the beat
Grinding till I get it so my momma can dream
It's that chill shit
This that real shit
It's that chill shit
This that feel shit
Feelin' it
Chillin' on the beach wit a coke in my hand
No socks on wit my toes in the sand
Butt naked if I wanted to be
It's just the sun, water, land and the sky and me
Now I'm thinking abt the past and I reminisce
Mistakes that I made
Bills that I paid
Now I'm broke and just tryna get laid
But instead I'm laid back, cruising down the block
I ain't bout the thug life cuz I ain't toting a Glock
Pulled up to stop sign grove street
Fake gang 69 y'all geeked
Y'all geeked up off of the pills
I'm geeked up off of the thrills
Y'all geeked up off of the pills
I'm geeked up off of the thrills
Non-smoke addict, I ain't neva touched a blunt
Grab the ball, pass it, pass it back and ima punt
Fuck designer clothes, I rather dress like a runt
Top of the game, y'all acting like a cunt
Up all night, I'm never goin' to sleep
She my ride or die yuh she riding my meat
Wanted man in countries, I be killing the beat
Grinding till I get it so my momma can dream
It's that chill shit
This that real shit
It's that chill shit
This that feel shit
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Robinson
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