Oliver Francis - Gemini (LIVE in Chicago) lyrics

Check, check
If you know the words
Make your way to the front
If you don't know the words
Get out of the way

Bitches, rappers, rappers, bitches
Way y'all talkin' on Twitter
Lil' boy, I can't tell the difference
Purple herb in my Swisher
Yeah, lil' Aahj is my witness
Pull up, engine so vicious
That seven digit's the mission, listen
60 FPS, these other rappers movin' slo-mo
I was broke as shit but now
I'm drippin' in some Polo
I don't pay for promo
I stay on the low-low
I'm the kid who run the game
Call it Miyamoto
Bitch, I'm heaven-sent
This is just my gеnesis
Marble floor my residеnce
Pocket full of presidents
My money so thick that I
Cannot fold this shit
Talkin' all that shit on
Twitter, lil' bitch
Kindly hold my dick
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the bag
Watch me double park the whip
My lil' shawty break it down
Roll it up and spark the shit
You gon' respect me as a lyricist
I ain't just a haircut
I ain't just a face tat
I'm sendin' shots at everyone
Keep all that designer, I rock Polo and Tommy
Rollin' up my marijuana while she
Give me the sloppy
And all you trash ass SoundCloud rappers
I surpassed you
Bitch I'm in the Aston
I'm blowin' past you
You might see me do the dash
Blowin' gas out the sunroof
Lil' bitch, I'm so great
I can't relate to not a one of you
Can't nobody keep me down or
Hold me from nothin'
If I want it, I'ma get it, man
It ain't no discussion
As of lately
I been tryna write a rap with some substance
I was sick and tired of
Tryna be somebody I wasn't
I ain't in this for a check
I do this shit 'cause I love it
Know I won't stop at nothin'
I take that
How you rock designer
But you look like a clown?
How I pull up to your city
And I shut the shit down?
Gettin' paper, I just copped a Mercedes
I'll catch you later
Stepped up out the scraper
Ballin' like a Laker in some purple Bapestas
Bitch, I think I'm feelin' myself
Shawty dice that pineapple that
Replenish my health
Bitch it's lit, find me with my clique
Smokin' out the zip
Guy Fieri with the sauce, Paul
Walker with the whip
Bitch

I hate flexin' but I can't help it
Droptop burnt out on the pavement
Dope rolled, in some Polo
Let the champagne flow, throwin' C notes
Yeah
Backwoods rolled, vacay for the weekend
Couple girls gettin' high in the deep end
You want to, you should come through
Got the champagne flutes and
The orange juice
Ah yeah

Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah
One more time
Ah yeah