Floatin'
Oh yeah we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Cuz bitch we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Fuckin wit ya boy that means you fuck with the team
You see the vision, I'mma chase it so you're stuck with the dream
Imma count these steps like 1 2 3 pop off
Throw a lil fade like my last name Goff
Smoke a lil woods finna make you cough
Don't take risks, finna make you soft
We floatin, we bouncin from cloud to cloud in the sky
Bitch we floatin, I'm dabbin in heaven on G my guy
Super soakin, don't play with emotions I'm over fried
Got you token, don't matter the pigment or shape or size
I'm extra like super size, with organic ingredients
Imma focus on music, these other artists comedians
Whatchu thought knock, hater stop
Rollin like the skater shop
You ain't heard this shit so play this shit cuz this a major bop
Keep me slept on, like yo muthafuckin pillow
I make music for the love, give a fuck about a deal-o
In remedial classes but I ain't fuck with the teachers
I rather skip it to the park cuz my pocket is full of reafer
Got the beeper goin off but my schedule is lookin thick (Thick, thick)
Went undrafted fuck the number one pick
And fuck a hatin-ass clique, man you losers is smellin funky
You ain't rockin wit me bitch then dip or gimme my money
Oh yeah we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Cuz bitch we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Floatin up (Floatin up)
Floatin down (Floatin down)
We growin up (Growin up)
Ou thas the sound (Yes it is)
Light it up (Light it up)
Pass around (Bitch just pass it)
The static this shits a classic
We at it it's automatic
Big moves, lil moves, what the fuck it's finna be
Big shoes, lil shoes, walk a mile in my feet
Big socks, on the rocks
Head coach, call the shots
You a fake, you a flop
You was there? Photoshop
Oh yeah we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Cuz bitch we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Float, float, float, float
And bitch we floatin with eaze
I said I wish you would, but we can't be wastin these trees (Aye)
And this a taste of my voice
Listen to ya boy once you won't be stuck wit a choice
And bitch we floatin with eaze
I said I wish you would, but we can't be wastin these trees (Aye)
And this a taste of my voice
Listen to ya boy once you won't be stuck wit a choice
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Cuz bitch we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Fuckin wit ya boy that means you fuck with the team
You see the vision, I'mma chase it so you're stuck with the dream
Imma count these steps like 1 2 3 pop off
Throw a lil fade like my last name Goff
Smoke a lil woods finna make you cough
Don't take risks, finna make you soft
We floatin, we bouncin from cloud to cloud in the sky
Bitch we floatin, I'm dabbin in heaven on G my guy
Super soakin, don't play with emotions I'm over fried
Got you token, don't matter the pigment or shape or size
I'm extra like super size, with organic ingredients
Imma focus on music, these other artists comedians
Whatchu thought knock, hater stop
Rollin like the skater shop
You ain't heard this shit so play this shit cuz this a major bop
Keep me slept on, like yo muthafuckin pillow
I make music for the love, give a fuck about a deal-o
In remedial classes but I ain't fuck with the teachers
I rather skip it to the park cuz my pocket is full of reafer
Got the beeper goin off but my schedule is lookin thick (Thick, thick)
Went undrafted fuck the number one pick
And fuck a hatin-ass clique, man you losers is smellin funky
You ain't rockin wit me bitch then dip or gimme my money
Oh yeah we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Cuz bitch we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Floatin up (Floatin up)
Floatin down (Floatin down)
We growin up (Growin up)
Ou thas the sound (Yes it is)
Light it up (Light it up)
Pass around (Bitch just pass it)
The static this shits a classic
We at it it's automatic
Big moves, lil moves, what the fuck it's finna be
Big shoes, lil shoes, walk a mile in my feet
Big socks, on the rocks
Head coach, call the shots
You a fake, you a flop
You was there? Photoshop
Oh yeah we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Cuz bitch we floatin, we floatin
Ou yeah yeah yeah
We floatin, we floatin
Oh my god
Float, float, float, float
And bitch we floatin with eaze
I said I wish you would, but we can't be wastin these trees (Aye)
And this a taste of my voice
Listen to ya boy once you won't be stuck wit a choice
And bitch we floatin with eaze
I said I wish you would, but we can't be wastin these trees (Aye)
And this a taste of my voice
Listen to ya boy once you won't be stuck wit a choice
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Juri
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