Ocean Freestyle

Could go out vibing by the ocean We got mud in our cups so that's probably what we toast with, uh (Hi Sage) And yo brothers got yo back but them hoes switch, yeah Tesla or the Track said f*ck it cop both whips I'm finna f*ck the world up don't wear Trojans, uh Yeah, lil' S0K0 finna blow up, no explosions My bro got that mud he pour up, we be on some slow shit And he talking like he know us, that shit ain't going Yeah, VIP section Glock, no Mac 11 He talk down send him to heaven F on my shirt Fendi how I'm dressing You ain't never seen no shit like this 'cause it's expensive And if I ever said f*ck you man I meant it I get this shit off the top tell the truth I don't pen it I need all them chains on my neck f*ck a pendant If he talking shit them bullets hit his appendix Thought he was in the game, until he got suspended We all in some Tracks or maybe we switch to Benzes He the one who says it, we the ones who do it Flexing on 'em all, left they ass looking stupid Try to run up you go out sad what you doing Knew I was the man since before I dropped Movement What's up with the cap man all this damn assuming They be stuck up in the past swear to god I keep on moving I be rocking some Ksubis and these new jeans I walked right in Somerset dropped fifty racks at Gucci Now you ain't never had my back slime you ain't knew me If you try to go up gotta get through me In this life we don't give no fucks, shit a movie Why you talking 'bout us man you sound just like a groupie Y'all just touching old racks I just ran up got some new cheese And y'all down bad as f*ck y'all really get no coochie I'm in that wet like the ocean I be getting racks don't mean to brag I ain't going 'round boasting Gotta watch yo back, who you close with Gotta watch yo back, look around who you approaching If I came in then just know I brought my pole in Okay that's yo mans we don't give no fucks we hoed him Scammed him out some racks, give a f*ck how much I owe him Get him in fast that's the reason why I blow em Who the f*ck lil' bro man I don't even know him If he ain't talking 'bout racks I won't approach him Got my mind in the game if lil' bro want me to coach him Couldn't decide what Lenciagas I want so I copped both 'em Yeah, getting bands they should know that If he run up, he gon' leave with a toe tag Yeah, I done stole his bitch, tell lil' bro to get his hoe back Pulled up with two clips and he emptied out like both mags Bitch we got them clips like we work at fucking Cinemark Lil' bro he a bitch he be taking shit right to the heart All this fucking drip, think I should hop in like Noah's ark I don't f*ck with none of y'all, y'all trash I'm like damn no one hard I be thinking shit right as I go don't even know my bars High as f*ck, we don't give no fucks, we gon' go to Mars I'm on fire when I walk in light off smoke alarms Whip cost hundred bands, you pull up in shitty stolen cars No you not my mans, I really do not know who you are CDG on me, but I really do not got a heart Lil' bro tried to run up and then run off but he won't get far Uh, y'all can't f*ck with me y'all just not on par