Oliver Francis - ​slowking ​freestyle lyrics

Yo, uh

Smoke that loud and I blow that swish
Roll that blunt, I could fuck your bitch
Got a little codeine with the champagne sip
I blow good tree hoes on my dick
I split, swish, pour a lil' Cris
In a 4 door with the real dark tint
Two white cups in the cut, I sip
Rolex wrist bitch, that's time well spent
I gets money, fuck bitches
Sip drink, blow swishers
We was out in Paris steady
Blowin' doobies in the Hilton
She catchin' feelings
My swagger is at a million
Go on bow the fuck down when
The king is in the building
Ah
Smokin' that loud and I'm
Twisting that dank
In foreign whips with that all candy paint
Cash in the bank, fuck with you think
After we fuckin' ain't no feelin' her legs
I'm sippin' on lean with your bitch
Throw it in fifth
That hoe, she holdin' my dick
Gold gang the set bitch you know what it is
No one you know that flow colder than this
Yeah, everywhere I go hoes twerk
Everywhere I go I sip syrup
Everywhere I go I got a
Jansport full of that work
Ziploc full of that purp
Clip locked, pussy get murked
Pussy get murked
Leave you lyin' face down in the dirt
Think I'm Yung Lean
I'ma make your shit hurt
I'ma make your shit dead, I'ma
Make your shit hurt
All day like ah
Y'all don't really see me out
Here gettin' all this money
And y'all ain't really see
Me out here, man
Ain't shit funny
Pulled off in the whip with a bitch on
My dick and a blunt to my lip
All day
On the daily
Man I get paid, man this shit crazy
Never thought that I would live this lavish
I been chillin' on the beach
With a bad bitch
Then we pull up to the suite
Smoke some cabbage
Come and see me on the street
With a Glock on my hip
Fuck around wrong, I'ma let that shit slip
See me with the cup and the lil' syrup sip
See me with the cup and the lil' syrup sip
See me in the cut with a blunt to my lip
Yeah
Again and again
I'm in the Benz with a bitch and her friends
Smokin' a blunt and we sippin' champagne
In the back of the
Whip with a whole lotta' weed
And some money to spend
Know I showed up with a sac of that shit
Got them doobies
Some blunts and a cup in my hand
Fuck what you heard
I've been stacking them chips
And I might fuck your bitch 'cause
She think I'm the man
Damn, I'm goin' ham
Walk in the club and I
Threw up a hundred grand
I'm the man
Say what you want but you
Know I ain't frontin'
I am what I am
Roll me a blunt and you know I
Done stuff it with seven grams
Seven grams, bitch
Say that it's only fair, yeah
If you come through too
Say that you won't be there
Yes, I'm ridin' 'round my city
"I want gas", I got plenty, ah
You say that you won't be there
Ridin' round my city
"I want gas", I got plenty, ah
You say that you won't be there, but
I know, I know what you do
Put your windows down
Rollin' through the city and
You all blowin' loud
Throw it up, watch it all fall down, yeah
I Throw it up, watch it all fall down, yeah
You say that you want me
Mean should I roll the J
We gon' sip this Kool-Aid, yeah
Gonna have to turn up, baby
You know you deserve it