OZARKS

Oh, oh, oh, ah Roll up, bae we finna get high Toe touch, then I'm fuckin her blind Oh, oh, oh, ah You ain't never touched no racks in your life Got the cash coming out man this shit turned bi Mixing without thinking got a motherfucker boutta throw up Baby I'm not into you, ain't no crying on my shoulder Yeah, the door to this life was blocked off, so I had to bust it with a crowbar I been at the top, looking down on these motherfuckers, stand on the Ozarks I don't stop, no, I don't stop that's why I got that shit tatted up on my knuckles White foam cup with the red inside, got that shit looking like Knuckles I can't f*ck with a motherfucker that hate from inside of a bubble Pop that shit, tell him show up, man I guarantee he gonna buckle I'm pouring up, I'm pouring up, leaning hard, got my speech muddled I'm pouring up, I'm pouring up, ain't got Jack Daniels in this double I ran it up, I ran it up, rocks on my neck on rubble I ran it up, I ran it up, diamond VVS lookin like they tryna start a tussle All eyes, walk in the room Bad bitch want dick in her womb I been working on it for a long time, man it's bout time, got me like phew I been dreamin bout it for a long time now the dreams lucid, RIP to Juice Pierced up in this bitch with the metal on my face, RIP to Doom Racks up, got me penthouse with that pool on top Baby don't call me after, how you not know that? It's like rule number one Killing shit it's all real, ain't no fiction, I feel like Uma's son Charged up Izuku, I'm my own hero but this money all for one They said I needa watch myself, told em I already got me a Muller I spit without writing after getting head, this shit coming off the medula How is you gonna judge me for sipping when you picking and eating your boogers? I know I ain't that bitch type, but this typa money got me looking gorgeous I do not care if you stay or you go, baby I got her back bent, walk like an old lady I get so high I be standing on Everest, yeah I'm already on the top rope, no need to tell me to go crazy Oh, oh, oh, ah Roll up, bae we finna get high Toe touch, then I'm fuckin her blind Oh, oh, oh, ah You ain't never touched no racks in your life Got the cash coming out man this shit turned bi Mixing without thinking got a motherfucker boutta throw up Baby I'm not into you, ain't no crying on my shoulder Yeah, the door to this life was blocked off, so I had to bust it with a crowbar I been at the top, looking down on these motherfuckers, stand on the Ozarks