Oliver Francis - Ozzy lyrics

At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope
With my girl in the deep end
In the two door
Riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up
Getting paper with my best friends
I'ma fess up, I'm the best
Nothing less than
Shawty what's up
Come and ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right
And a bottle in my left hand

Rockstar shit, I feel like Ozzy
Pull up to the telly smokin'
Gas in the lobby
Drop top Mazi
No, can't nobody stop me
I'm a Lady Gaga, tell the paparazzi
Me and shawty spent all night getting
High on the low low
Red eye flights, Off White head to toe though
Brand new Nikes looking nice with the polo
Jason Derulo you catch me riding solo
I kill 'em all call it Lars Ulrich
Lil' bitch tryna ride my wave
Lil' bitch get your own shit
Lil' bitch I been gettin' paid
Pull up in my own whip
Lil' bitch soundin' like a lame
Beggin' for my old shit
Gonna pull up in the vert, goin skrt
I pick up your bitch at work
I can't help the way I am
Break a bag and roll the herb
Beggin' for a feature
Boy you broke you can't afford a verse
Bitch I look like Frieza
Break that down and stuff it with the purp'

At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope
With my girl in the deep end
In the two door
Riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up
Getting paper with my best friends
I'ma fess up, I'm the best
Nothing less than
Shawty what's up
Come and ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right
And a bottle in my left hand

Where that weed?
Where that blunt?
Go on roll that shit up
Blowin' smoke out the windows
She look like Beatrix Kiddo
I'm with some Harajuku girls
Gwen Stefani my bae
They can't fuck with the gang
We sound like Crazy 88
I pull up in Hiroshima
I had to cop me some Bape
I skrt off in that beamer
And take a blunt to the face
When they ask how I'm feelin'
I tell them I'm feeling great
Rainbow road switchin' lanes
In that opalescent paint
Got some Saint Laurent glasses
Backwood ashin'
Police passin'
She bat her eye lashes
I do the dash in the '97 Air Max
Shawty pin her hair back
It don't matter where I'm at

At the condo, getting faded for the weekend
Rolling big dope
With my girl in the deep end
In the two door
Riding round yeah we speeding
Every day the weekend
I ain't ever leavin'
Now I'm next up
Getting paper with my best friends
I'ma fess up, I'm the best
Nothing less than
Shawty what's up
Come and ride in the S-class
Backwoods in my right
And a bottle in my left hand