Oliver Francis - PS2 (OG) lyrics

Yah, yeah
Girl your body is a wonderland
Baby bottle and some rubber bands
Lil' shawty she up under me
Lil’ bitch like you can't handle me
I hit that boyo with that kaioken
While smokin' dope like boy you high on xans
My lil’ bitch she tailored buyin' boof
Boy you broke what you lyin' for?
(I know you broke)
I might pull up in that Rolls Royce
(Rolls Royce)
I pour some syrup on my sand shorts
Lightning diamond necklace on me
I call it Kakashi Hatake
I'm posted in that vintage Tommy
Might just cop my bitch the Audi, yah
So much water got me drownin'
Boy you be sleepy call it drowsy
I get these fakes the fuck from round me
I'm smokin boof it's gettin cloudy
You say you ballin' boy I doubt it
He say he ballin' boy I doubt it
Ridin’ in the whip drop top with the heat on
Drippin’ out the spring water
With this ring on
Need a big booty bitch I can skeet on
I pipe her down and call a
Uber tell her be gone
Got some syrup in the Sprite
Yeah I keeps it lowkey and
None my shit on Spotify
Young play boy I gots to be polite
All that Cristal pourin' yeah I
Keep that shit on ice
Sippin peach sunset I call it Vice City
Diamonds round my neck water
Drippin’ sum pretty
Got a brick of backwoods and
A quarter ounce of boof
Lil' bitch give me top
While I'm playing PS2

PS2, PS2
While I'm playing PS2
PS2, PS2
While I’m playing PS2
Got a brick of backwoods and
A quarter ounce of boof
Lil' bitch give me top
While I'm playing PS2
PS2, PS2
While I'm playing PS2
PS2, PS2
While I'm playing PS2
Got a brick of backwoods and
A quarter ounce of boof
Lil' bitch give me top
While I'm playing PS2

PS2, PS2