Oliver Francis - nu nardis lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - nu nardis lyrics]
(Things aren't that simple)
(Things aren't that simple)
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Y'all can't fuck with me
Y'all can't fuck with me
Trappin' overseas, count 'bout forty g's
Jeep Grand Cherokee rollin' six deep
It's five girls, ha, and lil' old me
Money counter go brrr until it beep
Poppin' bottles, sippin' syrup
Shawty off a bean
Rollin' up with doja to a Swisher sweet
Dead presidents, that's what's reppin' me
Crack a swisher
Half a cigarillo in the ashtray
And some girls screamin' splash gang
Intermissions I've been rollin' doobies
In the fast lane
In a homicide Camaro like
I'm fuckin' Bruce Wayne
Rap game, bat mane
Two cups, sippin' drank
Two blunts to the face
Big bands, blue flame
Tell your homie he don't know me, he a phony
If he ain't got my money we
Gon' bust with that pistol
Yeah
Hop up in the whip I said skrrt skrrt skrrt
Got two iPhones and a quarter ounce of purp
Got two white hoes and you
Know they gonna twerk
Ayy
Box logo, that's Supreme up on my shirt, ayy
Bape camo that's an ape all on my shirt
Yeah, big booty ho in a little mini skirt
Ayy
Keep a low pro
Smokin' dope and sippin' syrup
Hit the seven to eleven
Mixin' codeine with the Slurpee
Ayy, poppin' bottles
Surpassin' all my idols
It was nothin' man, never idle
I'm goin' in yeah I pull the title
Yeah, I ain't seen shit
Hand up on the bible
(Things aren't that simple)
Ayy, yeah, I hit him with the rifle
Ayy, ayy, I hit him with the rifle
Ayy man, whoa
Yeah, what's up?
(Things aren't that simple)
Hop up in the whip I said skrt skrt skrt
Got two iPhones and a quarter ounce of purp
Got two white hoes and you
Know they gonna twerk
Ayy
Box logo, that's Supreme up on my shirt, ayy
(Things aren't that simple)
(Things aren't that simple)
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Y'all can't fuck with me
Y'all can't fuck with me
Trappin' overseas, count 'bout forty g's
Jeep Grand Cherokee rollin' six deep
It's five girls, ha, and lil' old me
Money counter go brrr until it beep
Poppin' bottles, sippin' syrup
Shawty off a bean
Rollin' up with doja to a Swisher sweet
Dead presidents, that's what's reppin' me
Crack a swisher
Half a cigarillo in the ashtray
And some girls screamin' splash gang
Intermissions I've been rollin' doobies
In the fast lane
In a homicide Camaro like
I'm fuckin' Bruce Wayne
Rap game, bat mane
Two cups, sippin' drank
Two blunts to the face
Big bands, blue flame
Tell your homie he don't know me, he a phony
If he ain't got my money we
Gon' bust with that pistol
Yeah
Hop up in the whip I said skrrt skrrt skrrt
Got two iPhones and a quarter ounce of purp
Got two white hoes and you
Know they gonna twerk
Ayy
Box logo, that's Supreme up on my shirt, ayy
Bape camo that's an ape all on my shirt
Yeah, big booty ho in a little mini skirt
Ayy
Keep a low pro
Smokin' dope and sippin' syrup
Hit the seven to eleven
Mixin' codeine with the Slurpee
Ayy, poppin' bottles
Surpassin' all my idols
It was nothin' man, never idle
I'm goin' in yeah I pull the title
Yeah, I ain't seen shit
Hand up on the bible
(Things aren't that simple)
Ayy, yeah, I hit him with the rifle
Ayy, ayy, I hit him with the rifle
Ayy man, whoa
Yeah, what's up?
(Things aren't that simple)
Hop up in the whip I said skrt skrt skrt
Got two iPhones and a quarter ounce of purp
Got two white hoes and you
Know they gonna twerk
Ayy
Box logo, that's Supreme up on my shirt, ayy
(Things aren't that simple)