Redd Dayspring
All white whip with the clean gold rims
(Skate, wait, phew)
No, I ain't from the Apple but shawty with me yea, she rockin' Timbs
(Oh, deadass?)
Maxin' relaxin' all cool with the cream
Lil homie used to have the dreams now he into finger things
Like that out of body
OBE
OBE
OBE
OBE, oh
OBE
OBE?
OBE
OBE
RIP to ODB
(When girl-)
Pay me in the greens
Can't make out to the IOU
Gimme my money, please
Gotta pay me or pay me no attention, 40 dollars, water clean
Excuse the bombardment but I'm really just the bombest
Flamboyant man dressed in luxurious garments
Luxurious man watering plants, this how we take care of our garden
Singing demon babies to sleep, a player really do be kinda harping
Harmonizing wonderful harvests like it's really autumn
And these jacks need to blow apart
Blow back with these markings
Wrapped in tarping leaving pussy motherfuckers carcasses
To the creatures starving and ain't just the darnedest
Hawkeye, the way I'm scoping out these targets
Cholo swag one-four khaki attire
Loco clocked in going farthest
(When girl-)
There's really two of me under here
Midget shit
You wouldn't know nun', nothin' 'bout it
Years after rodeo type beat
Lick it, lick, lick, lick it
Taste like strawberry milk, bitch
(Skate, wait, phew)
No, I ain't from the Apple but shawty with me yea, she rockin' Timbs
(Oh, deadass?)
Maxin' relaxin' all cool with the cream
Lil homie used to have the dreams now he into finger things
Like that out of body
OBE
OBE
OBE
OBE, oh
OBE
OBE?
OBE
OBE
RIP to ODB
(When girl-)
Pay me in the greens
Can't make out to the IOU
Gimme my money, please
Gotta pay me or pay me no attention, 40 dollars, water clean
Excuse the bombardment but I'm really just the bombest
Flamboyant man dressed in luxurious garments
Luxurious man watering plants, this how we take care of our garden
Singing demon babies to sleep, a player really do be kinda harping
Harmonizing wonderful harvests like it's really autumn
And these jacks need to blow apart
Blow back with these markings
Wrapped in tarping leaving pussy motherfuckers carcasses
To the creatures starving and ain't just the darnedest
Hawkeye, the way I'm scoping out these targets
Cholo swag one-four khaki attire
Loco clocked in going farthest
(When girl-)
There's really two of me under here
Midget shit
You wouldn't know nun', nothin' 'bout it
Years after rodeo type beat
Lick it, lick, lick, lick it
Taste like strawberry milk, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Alfredo Esparza
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