Oliver Drive

Thru the woods ona table Came in kinda late, but I still made it Came in kinda jaked, but eye still ate it Mind jaded, eyes foggy, I don't feel faded Heard u summoning ah nigga thru the Grapevine Gotta bitch up In Hayward that's a good Time Stay on lemon tree court, by the path side Ass wind and grinding Ima get behind it Got the purest intentions Sip derty water All my music timeless I don't need yo interest Throw it ona one if u can I know that this bitch gotta situation, and Ima take it out like the garbage fuckin can Ima plug yo strings, straight guitarist w the strength Gettin all ya juices Ona backseat of da Camry If u dont feel me, understand me Wake up Ina morning, phone yo mammy Tell ha how ya last night was candy I can't love ah bitch if she ain't candid I can't even trust my fucking family Mama ain't shit, nigga daddy is ah snitch, Double whammy Fuckin Ona snacks Ina pantry I ain't never had to beg ah bitch to gain Entry Spark another wood since my feelings Ina frenzy Call yo phone later, Ima slide w the hea me Finna let the egg drip, all over my hammy Finna hit sunset district w my camera Took ah couple shots w the 35 m Bitch ass flatter than my hat, that's brim Goofy niggas lookin for da plug Ona gram I don't gotta talk she understand Wen we out in public we don't never hold Hands Wen we under covers we don't know no Limits Crack another seal, woke up and kept sippin Throw it ona one fa da 8, lemme finish Made ah left on oliver drive, made ah right On Lemon Tree I'm tryna get w nee Ay