Rick Owens

Got a lil jawn out in Italy
Plus my fit from Europe, like Ginobli
I dropped the top, like I'm Kennedy
Pull up in a Yuris, fast forward
I just keep goin' to infinity
Plus my niggas still want more
Ain't no back door, all my niggas stay on one accord
Uh uh
She black and Samoan, we matching Rick Owens
Uh uh
Dressed like it's awards, drenching I'm off shore
I'm a goat, I'm on a wave, I should've caught that boat with Noah
Hit yo spot and make it rain, she sweep the racks up off the floor
Uh uh

Don't approach me like a local, you see how I'm posted
C8 stunt causing commotion, fish tail leave it smoking
Rose gold lit all on his wrist, he matched it with the choker
Adderall make me menace, I just need to focus
Whip the big body, Tyson Fury
I'm a champion, I'm chosen
Riding glass house, look like a mirror
That's how you know when you own it
Ain't got no time for no trolling
They slide the whip til the rotors knock
They use to trap, Corollas, Hondas
Take a break, let's pour up shots
He mixed Afghan with the Runts
The gas come from a foreign country
Think I'm Birdman, Evil Knievel
Either way you know I'm stunting
Take a perc, and then I'm launching
Head to Houston, watch the Rockets
Hilton Americas, this ain't no parody
In real life, you know I'm popping

Got a lil jawn out in Italy
Plus my fit from Europe, like Ginobli
I dropped the top, like I'm Kennedy
Pull up in a Yuris, fast forward
I just keep goin' to infinity
Plus my niggas still want more
Ain't no back door, all my niggas stay on one accord
Uh uh
She Black and Samoan, we matching Rick Owens
Uh uh
Dressed like it's awards, drenching I'm off shore
I'm a goat, I'm on a wave, I should've caught that boat with Noah
Hit yo spot and make it rain, she sweep the racks up off the floor

Hello
Yea
Bro y'all niggas at the studio, studio
Yea
Nigga I'm at yo house nigga
Why

I got one hell of a wave, feet kicked up right off the shore
Order all my shit on line, lately ain't walked in a store
Money always on my mind, check out stocks when I get bored
Call me when you in a jam, 911 I'm not a Porsche
Always in route, I can't sit down
Might trap out Honda Accord
Always had a mental for the numbers, curious like I'm George
Literally thousands, from head to the floor
Prada shirt open, I'm at a resort
Cool as a fan, but I'm lit as a torch
Fine in the face, and you built like a horse
I kept on balling, retired from sports
Gucci logo on the side of my shorts
Vision get blurry, but constantly pouring
Backwood be stuffed to the brim, like a s'more
Pass you the blunt when I'm done, like a short
North Face Gucci, I went out north
Might get off track, but I'm staying the course
Don't want shit for fee, Ima pay it of course

Got a lil jawn out in Italy
Plus my fit from Europe, like Ginobli
I dropped the top, like I'm Kennedy
Pull up in a Yuris, fast forward
I just keep goin' to infinity
Plus my niggas still want more
Ain't no back door, all my niggas stay on one accord
Uh uh
She black and Samoan, we matching Rick Owens
Uh uh
Dressed like it's awards, drenching I'm off shore
I'm a goat, I'm on a wave, I should've caught that boat with Noah
Hit yo spot and make it rain, she sweep the racks up off the floor
Uh uh

I'm a goat, Im on a wave, I should've caught that boat with Noah
I got one hell of a wave, feet kicked up right off the shore
Hit yo spot and make it rain, she sweep the racks up off the floor
Uh uh



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Writer(s): Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton, Brandon Tyler, Jarvis Gardner
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