Float Your Boat
Young school ain't go to school, He say he running with them og's
Why sit inna classroom, They just tell you bout some shit you don't need
Look I don't buckle up, I fly up out the whip if I speed
I bet they know I bang b's, I got the winning trophy
I'm going with my shoot, Just bust that bitch I hope it soak
Can't turn my channel off, Cuz I done hid the whole remote
Get in that water trynna swim, You better stay afloat
Just do whatever you gone do, Whatever float your boat
Whatever row your boat
Whatever I don't need these bitches, I don't fuck these hoes
I know that my intentions pure so that hurt me the most
Gone need a bus or sprinter, If I travel coast to coast
Up in my dreams I talk to demons, Woke up seen a ghost
I only speak on what I know, Believe it or you don't
It's getting round winter time, I'm finna cop another coat
I had to switch my shit again, Change up the antidote
Cool you can fuck with all them niggas, That's what you promote
I'm dropping back to back, I ran it up you know I tote
If you don't fuck with that, Then you would hate upon your bro
Up in the town I just got lost, To Find another load
You playing with that gang, We pull your card leave you exposed
Why sit inna classroom, They just tell you bout some shit you don't need
Look I don't buckle up, I fly up out the whip if I speed
I bet they know I bang b's, I got the winning trophy
I'm going with my shoot, Just bust that bitch I hope it soak
Can't turn my channel off, Cuz I done hid the whole remote
Get in that water trynna swim, You better stay afloat
Just do whatever you gone do, Whatever float your boat
Whatever row your boat
Whatever I don't need these bitches, I don't fuck these hoes
I know that my intentions pure so that hurt me the most
Gone need a bus or sprinter, If I travel coast to coast
Up in my dreams I talk to demons, Woke up seen a ghost
I only speak on what I know, Believe it or you don't
It's getting round winter time, I'm finna cop another coat
I had to switch my shit again, Change up the antidote
Cool you can fuck with all them niggas, That's what you promote
I'm dropping back to back, I ran it up you know I tote
If you don't fuck with that, Then you would hate upon your bro
Up in the town I just got lost, To Find another load
You playing with that gang, We pull your card leave you exposed
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Writer(s): Jaiheim Butler
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