Oliver Francis - ​breezy lyrics

Yah, yes, yes, yuh, yuh

In my Palace tri-ferg (Gang, gang, gang)
Flow cold as an iceberg (Woo)
Chillin', smoking on this lemonade, ah yeah
On the beach posted in the shade, ah yeah
I take a pull off the Swisher Sweet, ah yeah
I let the tide wash over my feet, ah yeah
The sun sets up over the beach, ah yeah
As I burn this marijuana leaf
I got these bitches goin' crazy
They goin' crazy
And all you rappers is fugazi
Your lyrics lazy, I'm lookin' wavy
I'm wavy, my shit is molten
Could call it Moltres, I'm ballin'
Finesse yo bitch and put her in some Dolce
You see me, I'm looking breezy
I'm smokin' seaweed, you need me
I'm rollin' three deep up in the two-seat
I'm glo'd up in the Rover
I'm sippin' syrup in my soda
I'm smokin' doja, I'm smokin' doja
Pretty boy swag
Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch
With a whole gang of pretty ladies
Packed up in this bitch
(In this bitch)
We been sippin' Act up in this bitch
Smokin' Backwoods
Back to back to back up in this bitch
(Gang, gang)
Get it crackin' in this bitch
Never lackin' in this bitch
(Turn up, turn up)
Smokin' Backwoods back to back to
Back up in this bitch
Ain't no fitted's man
It's only Polo caps up in this bitch
Smokin' Backwoods back to back to
Back up in this bitch

Back to back up in this bitch
Yah, back up in this bitch
Yah, back to back up in this bitch
(Yah, gang)
Back to back up
Yah, turn up, gang