Larry June - 24k Organic lyrics

Larry Eugene Hendricks

[Larry June - 24k Organic lyrics]

Ayy, what's happenin'? Straight up
Bouncin' out them motherfuckin'
Foreigns and shit
Yeah, bitch you see this motherfuckin' juice
Bust down
Bitch, I might write a motherfuckin'
Smoothie book or somethin', make no sense
Sell this shit for thirty dollars, nigga
Period, nigga and I'm gon' do numbers
Off top (Check it out, yeah)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

It's way too much money to
Just be chillin' and shit
I met baby at Jon & Vinny's and
Let her ride in the 6
I got a couple Presidentials
I'm timing like this
I might step out tonight just
To crack somethin' thick
The first night I never hit 'cause
I got morals and shit
I'm in the house playing Prince
Essential oils and shit
Take the whip to the shop
Check the coils and shit
I done checked five hundred
You just spoiled a pshh
Let's hit Florida, bitch
Ooh, excuse my French
I know you from overseas
They don't be talking like this
Yo' little bro a big fan
Here go some hoodies for him
She came way from Australia to
Fuck with a pimp
That was some random ass shit
But I love the experience
She was like a top model, hell yeah
I was curious i'm not a superstar, baby
But my ice cost a ticket
Copped a low-key loft 'til
The house get finished, what's happenin'?

I'm riding i'm smoking
But keep it on me
You a phony (yeah) , baloney (Uh)
You ain't the homie (yeah)
Big Ds on me (Off top)
24 karats (yeah) , Kobe (Off the dribble)
And it's loaded
I'm focused, I'm on it (I'm sayin')
Don't trip, I got it i'm big homie
Smoking kush in Elkos selling elbows
Everything goes

Ayy, lately I've been feeling like
I gotta get it
I dropped hella cash, nigga, your shit rented
I walk in the Benz they running my credit
Approved for everything
I'm swiping my debit (Good job)
I'm riding my bike
My Glock got a light (Off top)
If I'm bringing you over
Then I'm fucking tonight
I'm riding and swerving uber suburban
That's not a Birkin
Baby, you perking (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
My bitches be working your bitches hurting
I'm in Hawaii
Chillin' and surfing (Good job)
Bitch, why you playing? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fuck is you saying?
We out in Reno, a date at the Sands
(Good job) money and grams
Grams in my hand (The best)
Hit up my grams, she got that syrup for sell
(What's happenin'?) i'm perking like hell
(Off top)
That's that Henny and weed (Good job)
Fuck it in my system with a Glock 17
What's happenin'? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm riding i'm smoking
But keep it on me
You a phony (yeah) , baloney (Uh)
You ain't the homie (yeah)
Big Ds on me (Off top)
24 karats (yeah) , Kobe (Off the dribble)
And it's loaded
I'm focused, I'm on it (I'm sayin')
Don't trip, I got it i'm big homie
Smoking kush in Elkos selling elbows
Everything goes

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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