Oliver Francis - Vitamin Water lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Vitamin Water lyrics]
Yeah
Say that he got that, yeah
Sayin' that he got that whip but he don't
Sippin' on syrup now watch how it foam
Smoking a blunt at the crib with your hoe
We be pouring it up and we sippin' it slow
You need that product, you know where to go
Hit me, I got it's on for the low
She say I'm pretty and she like to float
Bitch I keep it so jiggy you already know
I came alone but I left with your hoe
She on my couch and we smoking a whole
Blunt to the face and a room full of smoke
I'ma lace up my Nike and kick in this door
My coffee table is covered in dough
Vitamin water and probably some dope
Blessed in the Beamer you think I'm the Pope
If you fuck with me wrong
Then them hammers gon' blow
You fuck with me wrong and
Them hammers gon' bang
That's a mistake if you fuck with my gang
She give me top while I switch up my lanes
I be shopping for shoes
And sippin' for drank
Know that I'm stuffing a
Swisha with the stank
Already done all the shit that you say
You and your gang, you're all fucking lames
Ice on my earlobes and ice on my chain
Fuck do you listen then if I ain't cool
Fuck you and yours and fuck your whole crew
I'm in studio smoking blunts hella boof
And I know what I heard and
It sound like the truth
Know what I heard but it sound like truth
(squad)
I've been fucking your girl in
The back of the coup
I'm with this shit so you
Know that you ain't
Clothes in my car and we smelling like stank
I'm getting money bitch I'm getting paid
Cannot see you 'cause the cash in the way
Louis Vuitton from the back of the shades
Ferragamo and them new Gucci frames
I'm switching lanes, she give me brain
Forever and always I ride for the gang
Forever and always is I ride for the squad
Bitch I'm the best and I put it on God
We smoking weed and we riding them cars
We doin' donuts like all through the yard
Forever and always I die for the clique
Purple the color the shit that we sip
I'm pourin' up alizé in the whip
Smoking a blunt, fucking your bitch
I need two liter Sprite for the lean
Yeah, I need two blond dykes to the V
(Turn up)
My bitches weigh out the white on a beam
Money might drop fuck a sight got a beam
(Turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I need two liter Sprite for the lean
Yeah, I need two blond dikes to the V
My bitches weigh out the white on a beam
Money might drop fuck a sight got a beam
Grah, grah, grah
Grah, grah, grah, grah
Graah, grah, grah
Say that he got that, yeah
Sayin' that he got that whip but he don't
Sippin' on syrup now watch how it foam
Smoking a blunt at the crib with your hoe
We be pouring it up and we sippin' it slow
You need that product, you know where to go
Hit me, I got it's on for the low
She say I'm pretty and she like to float
Bitch I keep it so jiggy you already know
I came alone but I left with your hoe
She on my couch and we smoking a whole
Blunt to the face and a room full of smoke
I'ma lace up my Nike and kick in this door
My coffee table is covered in dough
Vitamin water and probably some dope
Blessed in the Beamer you think I'm the Pope
If you fuck with me wrong
Then them hammers gon' blow
You fuck with me wrong and
Them hammers gon' bang
That's a mistake if you fuck with my gang
She give me top while I switch up my lanes
I be shopping for shoes
And sippin' for drank
Know that I'm stuffing a
Swisha with the stank
Already done all the shit that you say
You and your gang, you're all fucking lames
Ice on my earlobes and ice on my chain
Fuck do you listen then if I ain't cool
Fuck you and yours and fuck your whole crew
I'm in studio smoking blunts hella boof
And I know what I heard and
It sound like the truth
Know what I heard but it sound like truth
(squad)
I've been fucking your girl in
The back of the coup
I'm with this shit so you
Know that you ain't
Clothes in my car and we smelling like stank
I'm getting money bitch I'm getting paid
Cannot see you 'cause the cash in the way
Louis Vuitton from the back of the shades
Ferragamo and them new Gucci frames
I'm switching lanes, she give me brain
Forever and always I ride for the gang
Forever and always is I ride for the squad
Bitch I'm the best and I put it on God
We smoking weed and we riding them cars
We doin' donuts like all through the yard
Forever and always I die for the clique
Purple the color the shit that we sip
I'm pourin' up alizé in the whip
Smoking a blunt, fucking your bitch
I need two liter Sprite for the lean
Yeah, I need two blond dykes to the V
(Turn up)
My bitches weigh out the white on a beam
Money might drop fuck a sight got a beam
(Turn up, turn up)
Yeah, I need two liter Sprite for the lean
Yeah, I need two blond dikes to the V
My bitches weigh out the white on a beam
Money might drop fuck a sight got a beam
Grah, grah, grah
Grah, grah, grah, grah
Graah, grah, grah