Oakton
Sketo, you made this?
Oh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Oakton shit
I been really on my Oakton shit
Woah, woah woah woah woah, woah
Oh
Talking gold shots, I'm a take another til I'm tipsy
I'm a double up, red cup, I aint doing dixie
Been awhile, when she back around I know you gonna miss me
I been thinking Oakton inside of my head until it fits me
Posted on the Gram and I know they be sending shots
I don't do this shit alone but I ain't fucking with no thots
I just want designer, type that coming in with the knots
I'm on air raid, bitch, and you know I'm throwing dots
And I'm a make a play
And I'm a keep me front and center, ain't no other way
Gassing over hometown, that's some shit I won't do
Sliding with a heart in to her texts is what you won't prove
I been giving her the best, I know that's what you won't do
That's why when she looking at your texts I know she wont shoot
I'm a give her what she want and treat her like you supposed to
Giving out a Grammy, you know they gonna say it goes to
It goes to me, I been repping same 3
I could take you to the Flats, but you know it ain't cheap
My wardrobe deep, and I rep the two G
We been out all through the night because you know I don't sleep (for real)
Hands up, hands up, I don't know the answer
I'm a stay the night until she turn into a dancer
If I'm being honest, I ain't fucking with the candor
She been on my side all night but I can't really stand her
Talking gold shots, I'm a take another til I'm tipsy
I'm a double up, red cup, I aint doing dixie
Been awhile, when she back around I know you gonna miss me
I been thinking Oakton inside of my head until it fits me
Posted on the Gram and I know they be sending shots
I don't do this shit alone but I ain't fucking with no thots
I just want designer, type that coming in with the knots
I'm on air raid, bitch, and you know I'm throwing dots
Forget me?
I don't think you can forget me
I'm a big fan of the chase so I'm a leave her when she net me
Need to break her heart so I'm a have to act like she upset me
I been hanging around Oakton fuckas, guess this is where it led me
I remember coming up, I just had a couple neighbors
Then we poppin' up to Sammys, same crew an hour later
Talking good ol' days, late nights, 'studying' and Saber
Taking shots a Tequila with Bold one for a chaser
Tryna get me, they built my case
Spilling drinks, on the, oh, the Biltmore taste
Feeling like I'm in the zone, got my son laced
I don't do this shit alone, my pockets aced
And you copy and paste, with your flushed out face
Blonde hair, pretty eyes and a real small waist
They got my spot traced, got the White Spot taste
Heard I gotta type of charm that you can't replace
I been hanging around the corner, I don't know if you would know
Used to kick it at the room and you would compliment my flow
Not the first one that I met but then you made me let it go
I ain't knew what I should call us, never thought about it though
Kinda unexpected, I just got the message
People I been rolling with, they ain't from my section
No it's not an issue, and I'm not affected
If you hit me with that Oakton shit we'll get connected
Talking gold shots, I'm a take another til I'm tipsy
I'm a double up, red cup, I ain't doing dixie
Been awhile, when she back around I know you gonna miss me
I been thinking Oakton inside of my head until it fits me
Posted on the Gram and I know they be sending shots
I don't do this shit alone but I ain't fucking with no thots
I just want designer, type that coming in with the knots
I'm on air raid, bitch, and you know I'm throwing dots
Oh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Oakton shit
I been really on my Oakton shit
Woah, woah woah woah woah, woah
Oh
Talking gold shots, I'm a take another til I'm tipsy
I'm a double up, red cup, I aint doing dixie
Been awhile, when she back around I know you gonna miss me
I been thinking Oakton inside of my head until it fits me
Posted on the Gram and I know they be sending shots
I don't do this shit alone but I ain't fucking with no thots
I just want designer, type that coming in with the knots
I'm on air raid, bitch, and you know I'm throwing dots
And I'm a make a play
And I'm a keep me front and center, ain't no other way
Gassing over hometown, that's some shit I won't do
Sliding with a heart in to her texts is what you won't prove
I been giving her the best, I know that's what you won't do
That's why when she looking at your texts I know she wont shoot
I'm a give her what she want and treat her like you supposed to
Giving out a Grammy, you know they gonna say it goes to
It goes to me, I been repping same 3
I could take you to the Flats, but you know it ain't cheap
My wardrobe deep, and I rep the two G
We been out all through the night because you know I don't sleep (for real)
Hands up, hands up, I don't know the answer
I'm a stay the night until she turn into a dancer
If I'm being honest, I ain't fucking with the candor
She been on my side all night but I can't really stand her
Talking gold shots, I'm a take another til I'm tipsy
I'm a double up, red cup, I aint doing dixie
Been awhile, when she back around I know you gonna miss me
I been thinking Oakton inside of my head until it fits me
Posted on the Gram and I know they be sending shots
I don't do this shit alone but I ain't fucking with no thots
I just want designer, type that coming in with the knots
I'm on air raid, bitch, and you know I'm throwing dots
Forget me?
I don't think you can forget me
I'm a big fan of the chase so I'm a leave her when she net me
Need to break her heart so I'm a have to act like she upset me
I been hanging around Oakton fuckas, guess this is where it led me
I remember coming up, I just had a couple neighbors
Then we poppin' up to Sammys, same crew an hour later
Talking good ol' days, late nights, 'studying' and Saber
Taking shots a Tequila with Bold one for a chaser
Tryna get me, they built my case
Spilling drinks, on the, oh, the Biltmore taste
Feeling like I'm in the zone, got my son laced
I don't do this shit alone, my pockets aced
And you copy and paste, with your flushed out face
Blonde hair, pretty eyes and a real small waist
They got my spot traced, got the White Spot taste
Heard I gotta type of charm that you can't replace
I been hanging around the corner, I don't know if you would know
Used to kick it at the room and you would compliment my flow
Not the first one that I met but then you made me let it go
I ain't knew what I should call us, never thought about it though
Kinda unexpected, I just got the message
People I been rolling with, they ain't from my section
No it's not an issue, and I'm not affected
If you hit me with that Oakton shit we'll get connected
Talking gold shots, I'm a take another til I'm tipsy
I'm a double up, red cup, I ain't doing dixie
Been awhile, when she back around I know you gonna miss me
I been thinking Oakton inside of my head until it fits me
Posted on the Gram and I know they be sending shots
I don't do this shit alone but I ain't fucking with no thots
I just want designer, type that coming in with the knots
I'm on air raid, bitch, and you know I'm throwing dots
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Writer(s): Owen O'brien
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